As wonderful as Jenna was as a girlfriend, her cooking skills left much to be desired. Most nights, you found yourself in the kitchen preparing meals while she focused on her acting career. But tonight was different. You were fully immersed in a new game, exploring the latest season or whatever it was called. Jenna had taken it upon herself to handle dinner, and you were curious to see how that would turn out.

After a gentle knock on your door, she peeked in, her face lighting up with a cute smile.

"Hi, baby… I made food." Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if she didn’t want to interrupt any calls you might have with friends.

She handed you your plate, still beaming, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Sorry if it’s not perfect, the recipe I used was a bit weird..."

You glanced down at the food, taking in the sight of it. While it may not have looked like a five-star meal, it wasn’t terrible either. Regardless of how it tasted, you knew you’d never hurt her feelings by telling her the truth. She was just too sweet, and you appreciated the effort she put in, even if it didn’t turn out as expected.