Sam’s eyes were sparkling when he looked at his wife, the look on her face evident in being that of someone who was incredibly happy by what was happening. So long as he made her happy, Sam was happy. He grinned a moment and shrugged a shoulder, presenting the tickets to the doorman. “Well… there’s a dude I go to college with whose Aunt is organising this event tonight. She does a lot of big, swanky things and he actually got me tickets just because it’s our Anniversary. He’s a good guy, you know?”
As they entered the Plaza fully, there was an elegance to the place that Sam had never quite experienced before. One of the gentlemen at the door made a point of guiding Sam and Quinn in to the main area, a place that actually had Sam gasp quietly at how refined and beautiful it was. There were a number of small, intimate tables with candles and buckets of champagne laid out, one of which Sam and Quinn were led to. The ‘reserved’ sign removed from the table, Sam moved to pull a chair out for his wife to take a seat.
"We had this group project a few month back and I was in a group with two guys and a girl. She was a good artist but the other two were struggling with what exactly we needed to do. I kind of took charge and we got top marks. It’s gonna really help us grades wise. So he said then that he owed me; figure this was his way of making it so, you know?"
As Quinn walked side by side with her husband, she couldn’t help but look at him with love and admiration. It was apparent to anyone that their relationship meant a great deal to them and nothing as silly as ‘not having time for romance’ would be something that affected that. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you had those kind of connections,” she stated with a small laugh, curling her hand around his bicep.
As impressed as Sam was with the interior of the Plaza, so was Quinn. She had been to a few fancy locations in her lifetime but something about this place stood out in her mind. Part of her hoped her memory would stand up and remember every detail because who really knew when they would get this opportunity again.
When Sam pulled out her chair, she muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and took her seat, smiling at him the entire time. “So technically, we can thank your talent for getting us here and getting you a good grade. I can’t say I’m surprised at all. After all this time, I’m convinced you can do anything.”
- SETTING: 14th July 2014
- LOCATION: New York
Sam knew he was fortunate to have made some of the friends he had done at college. One of which was a guy whose Mother was an event organiser. When he’d shared that it was his first Wedding anniversary with Quinn, she had offered him the opportunity to have two tickets to a swanky event she was organising at The Plaza in the Grand Balllroom.
Of course, the whole night was a surprise for his wife. He wanted to treat Quinn like a Queen, to show her just how much he adored her. He wanted to make it almost like a fairy tale for her that night. Realistically he knew not every wedding anniversary could be like that but the first one, he was determined.
So he took her to dinner in New York first at a place called ‘La Lanterna di Vittorio’. It was romantic, not too expensive and a cab ride away from their next destination. Which he wouldn’t tell her; he was so determined to make it a surprise that he’d even pre-booked the cab to take them there.
Once they arrived at The Plaza, Sam pulled two tickets from his pocket and offered his arm over towards his wife, ready to walk inside with her.
Something about their relationship that always meant a great deal to Quinn was how Sam never lost his flair for romance. It came out on even on insignificant days so she had to have know it would be even more present on their first anniversary as a married couple. To her, just the dinner alone was sweet and more than enough for Quinn, but knowing they were going somewhere else heightened the excitement for her.
Quinn had to admit she was quite a sucker for surprises but at the same time, her curiosity often got the better of her and she would try to delicately pull a hint or two out of her husband. In fact, it was something she had been doing all night to no avail. As soon as they left the restaurant, Quinn realized it would be better for the both of them for her to let Sam continue with his romantic plans. He had never failed her, after all.
As they arrived, Quinn looked up at the The Plaza, almost in wonderment. She was still at a loss for what they would be doing but she had no doubt that it would be something to remember. With no hesitation, she looped her arm with Sam’s, walking with him toward the entrance. “Could you at least tell me how you manged to do this? Not that I doubt your charm to be able to get anything.”
Happily more action, babe.
Good because I’ve missed you, you know.
Sorry, too busy taking my pants off to listen then.
That’s what I thought. Now if only you would be less talk and more action.
Exactly. So would you rather keep debating or give up the fight in favor of something better?
Someone doesn’t want Anniversary sex.
Someone else must be forgetting that if I don’t get any, neither does he.
You always pull off sexy.
One of us has to.
You are sexy when you argue something though so it wouldn’t hurt to do that.
I like to think I can pull off sexy without the added need of having to show you up too.
Debatable? I’m wounded.
I doubt you can really argue that I’m wrong though, can you?
I always behave myself.
In your terms, always. In general, it’s debatable.