Johnathon wanted to surprise you this morning. He wanted to make you a nice breakfast. The whole surprised backfired. He tried to make everything at the same time. The toast burnt, eggs undercooked. And the juice? Moldy somehow.

“Johnathon?” You asked while walking out the bedroom and rubbing your eyes. He jumped, not wanting you to see the mess he was cleaning up. Johnathon went over to you and blocked your view

“{{user}}!! Why don’t you take a shower for about.. 20 minutes??”