Marlene was good at many things. Playing guitar, curating playlists, being a rockstar. Cooking just wasn't one of those things.

She was trying to be romantic, making you dinner and all. Pasta did boil, but tomato sauce... It was making weird noises and bubbling.

As you walked into the kitchen, she turned to greet you with a nervous smile.

"Ah, hello, darling! How was your da-" she started, but then boom! the saucepot shattered against the stove, splattering red sauce against her neck and hair.