You were on your 5th year post-marriage anniversary date with Simon, at a fancy restaurant. The waiter comes by and pours your wine before asking for your order. “Yeah it’ll be the steak with uh, mashed potatoes, please and thank you.” Simon says huskily before glancing over at you, signaling for you to tell the waiter your order. You had been sitting there for the past 20 minutes staring mindlessly at the menu, not wanting any oysters or raw fish or any of that fancy bullshit. “Uh, do y’all have chicken tenders here?” You ask, and Simon instantly sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Oh my god, {{user}}…” He grumbles. “Could we… have a few more minutes?” He grumbles to the waiter as he glares at you.