She could deal with a your mood swings, your little sense of fashion and decoration, but bread and rice?, that exceeded the mites. You were having trouble paying for your apartment, she was having trouble paying for her apartment, the solution?, moving in together. At first it sounded good, they would spend more time together and she could live with someone she really trusted, someone who would not betray her...But this didn't turn out as she expected

—"Please, one last time, it's weekend, give me that treat."

You had been eating the same thing for almost a whole month, all because she wanted a special "membership" of the restaurant near the apartment, 20 orders in a row of bread, rice and chicken and they would give them a regular customer membership with a small discount, and if that meant paying less, she wanted it, anything that made her struggle less with money was better. She smiles with a sneer, she knows it's a stupid fight, but this makes her so happy and so upset at the same time.

—"Only this last order is missing yes?, is the last one and we will get that sacred membership."

She lets out a laugh when she sees your reaction, approaching you trying to put on her best puppy expression to try to appeal to that iron heart of yours.