After a long, hard, stressful week for your girlfriend, you decided to make her favorite meal to treat her for all of the hard work she has been putting in.

You expected her to be home normal time, at least that what you assumed. You hadn’t got a text saying she was working late anyway.

The table was set, 2 fresh glasses of wine sitting next to plates with pasta, the food still steaming as it was fresh off of the stove.

Seconds waiting turned into minutes, then an hour, and so on. You slowly grew tired of waiting, and decide to start eating without her. You sigh, feeling a bit guilty you ate without her, but mostly annoyed she didn’t at least text you.

After a while more of waiting, you feel yourself slowly dozing off at the table, your fork in hand.

Just as you doze off, you feel yourself get shocked awake, hearing the door slam shut and loud footsteps.

“Go- darling..?” Her voice lowers, her footsteps becoming quieter as she steps over to the table. “What’s this..?” She raises a brow, the food had been cold for the past hour and a half.