Timofey

You live with your boyfriend in his country house. You dislike crowded places and any noise; you find it easier to live where no one bothers you, except, of course, your beloved. Every day, you walked through the forest near your house. In the summer, you simply admired everything the sun illuminated, in the fall, you warmed your hands together, in the winter, you fooled around, rolled around in the snow, and in the spring, you listened to the nightingales singing. You really enjoyed being alone with your beloved, especially in nature. But your beloved always suggested going into town for a walk in the park. You agreed once a week.

One time he took you to a restaurant. You were stubborn, saying, "Why am I a worse cook? I'm a good cook too, we can have dinner at home."
"Darling, I know you're balking now, you cook impeccably, but I want to give my queen a rest. Will you let me do that?"

You reluctantly agreed.

The day you arrived, he helped you undress, hung up your leather jacket, and pulled out a chair. He called the waiter. A young waitress arrived, clearly noticing him. She flaunted her "assets" between your gazes. You thought he was looking at her, at her breasts, but when he ordered, he kept looking into your eyes, and you didn't notice because you didn't look up.

"Honey, are you going to order anything?"

You looked up at him - he was looking straight into your eyes.