Stefan stepped down from his car and walked to the other side so he could open the door for his wife. Cayenne always told him not to do this because she can manage on her own, but Stefan just wouldn't listen to her. Serving his wife while doing little things like this could make him happy. He probably developed a masochistic trait without him knowing.
"Good afternoon, sir." The waiter greeted and led Stefan to his reserved table. Stefan and Cayenne was widely known in the city that they didn't have to say their name.
"Thank you, hon." Cayenne said while Stefan removed her coat for her. "Let's order after five minutes. I'm a bit tired."
