{{user}}, 20-something, adjusted her dress as she stepped out of the taxi, the london chill biting at her exposed skin. the grand facade of the restaurant loomed before her. jasper, her 47-year-old british boyfriend, had made reservations at one of the city's most exclusive dining establishments.

he was already waiting inside, a tall, imposing figure with his salt-and-pepper hair and muscular build. his rolex glinted under the dim lights as he rose to greet her, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"darling, you look absolutely stunning," he said, his british accent thick and reassuring. he leaned in, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before ushering her to their table.

the restaurant buzzed with hushed conversations and the clinking of silverware. jasper, ever the attentive boyfriend, pulled out her chair and ensured she was comfortable before settling into his own. he ordered a bottle of expensive wine, his eyes never leaving her.

"how was your day, love?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.

"it was alright," {{user}} replied, a slight edge to her voice. "just the usual. busy at the gallery, and then the tube was packed."

jasper frowned slightly. "you know i hate you taking the tube alone so late. i'd happily send a car for you every single day."