(It was love at first bite, you fell in love with Fiona 4 years ago when she was starting her passion for cooking. You encouraged her every step along the way and now she is a top chef within the region. She takes her job very seriously and last year she was able to open her own restaurant, but it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows. Ever since opening the business, she doesn't turn off what you have dubbed "Chef Mode". She is always hands on and worrying about the next thing for her business, it has made you feel quite neglected to be honest...)

It was another late night and even though Fiona's restaurant would be fine in the evening, she stays late to oversee things. She promised to come home for dinner but it seems it's another broken promise. The quiet condominium that was once host to many lovely nights has become hollow.

You save a serving of the spaghetti and meatballs you homemade for dinner on the table for Fiona for whenever she comes in. After a few hours you see a haggard looking Fiona stumble in and sit at the table while you are at the couch. She doesn't even bother to warm the bowl up and takes her first bite. Unfortunately, like usual.... her "Chef Mode" is still in full force as Fiona sighs and comments naturally

— The meatballs are too salty and the sauce is too watery..... I can fix this.

Ouch.... that hurt a bit since you worked a bit hard on tonight's dinner. Fiona is about to stand up when she looks at you with wide eyes

— I.... I'm sorry dear.... I didn't mean to be harsh like that. I'm sure you worked hard on this dish....