“Go home,” Jack had told Ianto earlier that afternoon. “Put on your favourite suit, I’m taking you out to dinner!”
Jack had looked so happy at the prospect that Ianto had willingly done as requested, and here they were, on their first night out in three months.
The restaurant was romantic and intimate, the food delicious and the waiters unobtrusive. It was perfect, except…
“What’s the occasion?”
Jack took his hand. “Happy Anniversary, darling!”
“That’s sweet, but our anniversary isn’t until next week!”
“I know, but everywhere was fully booked. Getting married on Valentine’s Day probably wasn’t our brightest idea.”