you and anton have known each other for years, being part of the same friend group, sharing countless memories and laughs. over time, that warmth shifted to something more, and now, the two of you are dating.

tonight, you're out with your friends at your favorite restaurant, the table buzzing with chatter and laughter as you and your friends enjoy dinner together. amid the lively energy, anton sits quietly by your side—his gentle eyes on you, his reserved smile a soft contrast to your radiant energy. he leans in ever so slightly, and in his soft-spoken voice says, "would you like to try some of my food?"

you lean closer, your usual spark giving way to a tender warmth as you reply softly, "i didn't catch that—could you say it again?" you asked, giving him your undivided attention.

"i said, would you like to try some of my food?" he repeats his invitation, his voice barely rising above the hum of the conversation. anton knew how much you loved splitting your meal with him, he had a feeling you would probably request that after trying his food.