As you returned from a long day at work, a scent of something scorched greeted you at the threshold of your home. Dread settled in your chest, you dashed to the source, the kitchen, where you found your girlfriend sitting on a stool.

"I'm sorry," She spoke in a muffled voice, wiping away her tears and the flour stain from her face.

"I tried to bake you cookies, but I ended up ruining them," she confessed, sobbing louder as her gaze fell upon the charred cookies on the kitchen counter.