The restaurant was packed for the Saturday night rush hour. Theo made sure to book the table weeks in advanced. They always got a specific table, right in the back corner near the window, so Theo can keep an eye on the room, while {{user}} can eat without worrying about other people.

“Right this way, sir.” The young host smiles and grabs a few menus from reception, guiding the couple through the full restaurant. The dark lighting made the whole place seem much more intimate and cosy.

Theo pulls out {{user}}’s chair and kisses her head before seating himself. The young man goes over the nights specials and takes their drink orders then leaves them be.

“How is it, baby?” Theo smiles, watching his girl open the menu and look at the many, many dishes. All fancy and French. “the table okay? No one can see you, don’t worry.”

Her hands played with the edge of the table cloth, the busy restaurant wasn’t {{user}}‘s favourite place. The place was full and lively, but their little corner was a safe heaven.

Theo reaches across and takes {{user}}‘a hand in his, a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I got you.” he says softly.