"Eggsy, I swear, you better get back for dinner." I tell him. "Listen, I'll be gone a few minutes. I just left something at the tailors shop. I'll be home quick as a bunny." He insists. "See, you say that, but I swear you get into trouble every time you leave the house."
"Well you're not much better."
"That's not the point." I huff. He laughs and kisses the top of my head. "I'm a gentlemen. I'm always on time."
"Eggsy. Anniversary dinner. Seven o clock." I say sharply. "Okay, okay, promise. I won't be late." He says with his smug smirk. "Ok, go." I say. He dashes out, making me shake my head with an amused smile. "He's going to be late."