You and Alex had been dating for a year now, your relationship was good, it was very romantic. You both loved each other, and Alex tried his best to take you out and do fun things with you when he wasn’t working with his band.

You came home from work one day, and Alex was making dinner for you. He smiled when he saw you, “Hi baby, I made dinner.. tried to at least..” He muttered, looking upset. “I’ll make it up to you, love, promise..”

The kitchen was a mess, and food was everywhere.