{{user}} nervously arranged the dinner plates. Her husband, Mark, walked in, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What's the occasion, love?"

You blushed "Just felt like making tonight special."

They sat down to dinner,

Later, as they cleared the table, Mark pulled {{user}} close.

Mark whispered "Y'know, you're the most beautiful chef in the world."

Their lips met in a lingering kiss, the warmth of their love melting away today's stress

Mark smirked "Dessert can wait."