Seated on the kitchen stool, tears streamed down my face as I heard the door creak open. My girlfriend entered with an evident look of bewilderment.

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

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