"Table for Seguin." Tyler tells the hostess.
Tyler just got back from Los Angeles, so he decided to take me out to our favorite restaurant tonight.
The hostess leads us deeper into the restaurant and seats us in a booth. We don't take a lot of time to look at the menu when our waiter comes up to the table, offering us wine.
"No, thank you." I smile sweetly at him. Tyler and I always refuse to drink the wine, because it's so expensive here.
"Oh, please, it's on the house." He says, eyeing me. He begins to pour the wine into the glasses, so I glance across the booth at Tyler.
His face is blatantly furious, his jaw clenched.
"That's enough, thank you." I tell the waiter after he fills my glass halfway full. He starts to fill Tyler's glass and once it reaches the same height as mine, he stops and walks away from the table.
"Well it seems as if you've replaced me." Tyler tells me sarcastically.
"I could never replace you, babe." I reach across the table and grab his hand.
"If he keeps it up, I'm saying something." He threatens.
"No, you won't."
"Then we're leaving because I can't stand to watch him look at you like you're a piece of meat."
"Fine." I comply.
The waiter returns and asks for our orders. He behaves himself, as does Tyler.
Don't get me wrong, the waiter isn't bad looking. He would be someone I would most likely be interested in if I wasn't with Tyler, but I honestly don't want him like Tyler probably assumes I do.
After awhile, he returns with our food. He places the plate in front of me.
"If you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask." He winks at me before turning around to leave, but Tyler stops him.
"Alright, I've had enough!" Tyler pounds his fist on the table, making me jump. He stands up and hovers over the waiter. "I'm done with you looking at her like that! She obviously has a boyfriend, so why can't you just leave her alone?" He glances at me and takes my hand. "I'm not paying for this!" He says, referencing the hundred dollar meal on the table. "Let's go, (Y/N)." He leads me out of the restaurant and to his car.
"Tyler, don't you think that was a little overboard?" I ask as we reach his car.
"No, it wasn't! That guy really pissed me off and I don't need any crap from you either, so just stop." He yells.
I stay silent, upset at his words. We get into the car in silence.
He sighs, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I just get so jealous sometimes, because I'm scared you'll leave me." He grabs my hand and rubs his thumb over my knuckles.
"I won't leave you Tyler." I pause. "Especially not to someone who doesn't respect me enough to at least have class while waiting on my boyfriend and I." I explain.
"Good." He smiles at me and kisses my hand. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Tyler." I lean over and place my lips on his.
