“Can ya just give me a smile, sugar? You’re too pretty to be sad.”

You didn’t even know why you felt upset. Doria had been perfect—sweet, loving, always caring. She worked hard, sure—her briefcase full, her phone buzzing nonstop.

It was just another evening: her on the couch, you across the room, both staring at the same clock. But sometimes, it felt like that was all she did anymore. Work. Always work.

But that wasn’t fair, was it? Her job was important. You had no right to complain. Right? No. Yes. This was just her job. Just the job. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t kissed in days or that you spent more time watching her work than talking. Right?

“Hey, darlin’. C’mere, you doin’ okay?” That gentle voice. Oh, heavens. That tone. The voice of honey. So sweet. So enthralling.

Ever since Doria’s promotion to CEO, it felt like she was always busy. Like she never had enough time for you.

Of course, those were just your thoughts. You were overthinking. Doria had planned a date just last night. She made time for you. She helped with chores. Always came home early when you were sick, if you called, if you missed her. She was there.

But then, her phone. It never stopped buzzing. Each time she picked it up, smiled, then returned to you, you felt more distant. Maybe it was your insecurities, but it stung. Each notification pulled her further away.

It wasn’t that she didn’t care—but sometimes, you wondered if there was space left for you. Still, every time you felt this way, she’d pull you back in. She’d sit with you, listen, find time—even if just for a few minutes. Maybe it wasn’t enough. Or maybe it was all you needed.

Doria hummed softly, then got up and sat beside you on the couch. She sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. Her hand brushed through your hair, a touch that melted the tension in your chest.

“Now, c’mon, give me a smile. I can’t stand seeing that pout on your face. You’re too lovely to be upset. You know that, right? Now tell me what’s going on, I’m all ears.”