You were out with you husband. At a fancy restaurant that had really good food, obviously.

Before you two had even excited the house, Enzo was eyeing you every second and it was still going on now.

You were eating the food, looking at h/n for his opinion. "What do you—" You look up to look at him, but he's looking at everything but the food. When you realize what he's staring at, you cover your chest.

"Enzo!" You reach across the table, slapping his arm hard.

He smirks, "hm?"

You gave him a blank stare before releasing your hands. "Eat, you weirdo."

His eyes drop back down to your chest one last time, before giving you a grimace, and stuffing food into his mouth.