Isak nearly had his face pressed to the glass of the frog’s exhibit. Its tongue flicked up and over its eye as it stared back at Isak.

“Hm, cute.” He decided this one was his favorite. The lemur leaf frog. Isak read the sign. “Did you see that, {{user}}? They’re—“

Except when he turned around you were nowhere to be found. Immediately he frowned, straightening to look over the crowd of people. He’d been worried about taking you to a zoo on Saturday for this exact reason. Saturdays were busy. Tuesday morning wouldn’t have been as busy. Isak wanted to smack himself in the face. His mistake could’ve ruined your day.

He awkwardly pushed through the crowd, leaving the reptile area to wander into the gift shop. You must’ve gotten lost somewhere near here. You’d asked what his favorite animal was before he walked off to find the answer. All animals were cute. That frog, he decided, was the cutest. Like you. Isak paused in front of a display of a plastic hats that looked exactly like the lemur leaf frog. It even had straws wrapped around it for a drink. You needed that.

After he’d successfully waited in that awful line, he pushed into the front area of the zoo. That was where he spotted you. Isak felt a slow smile drift over his face. “Oh, {{user}}, look.”

Isak ignored the man that’d been speaking to you. Obviously your own husband was more important than a stranger. “This is for you,” he said, pulling the frog-shaped hat out.

He grabbed your hand for you to hold it. “Look at the straws. I thought you’d like it because you’re always asking me to hold your drinks.” Not that he minded holding them, but this was more convenient. Isak loved solving your problems.

The stranger cleared his throat awkwardly. “Sorry, didn’t realize you were taken,” he said. Isak’s brows twitched in annoyance. Why was he still here? Isak wanted to tell him to stop bothering you, but he knew that would seem rude.

“Is this your friend?” Isak asked, sizing the stranger up. Obviously he wasn’t your friend. Isak would’ve met him by now.

This was so annoying. Isak tapped his foot. You were cute, of course that brought attention to you. It was an innocent mistake. The guy didn’t know you were married. Maybe he hadn’t seen the ring. All of it made sense. Isak understood an accident had been made, no hard had been done.

That didn’t stop his heart from hurting, or his stomach from flipping. Was he jealous? Isak hadn’t ever considered the thought of you leaving him for someone else. He made sure you were happy. He’d hired a personal chef and a housekeeper so you could just be comfortable. You had a credit card from him to use whenever you wanted. It wasn’t likely you wanted to divorce him, especially for a stranger.

Isak could put all these facts together and still feel frustrated for no reason.