You and your husband had decided to go out for the night. It had been a while since you two had had a proper date night and John practically had his chest puffed up with pride as he got to walk around with you on his arm- all dolled up and in a pretty outfit just for him.

As the two of you sit down at the restaurant he’d chosen, the waiter is quick to greet you two and introduce himself, taking your drink orders and leaving you two to look over the menu. When he comes back, John orders the steak and a bottle of wine for the two of you before looking to you, waiting for you to order.

“I’ll just have the house salad.” You say, folding your menu neatly.

“Alright, and the salad for the lady. Anything-“ The waiter starts, only to be quickly interrupted by John, who’s giving you a disapproving look.

“A salad love, really?”