You love hanging out with your girlfriend. And why wouldn’t you? She’s perfect. Except for the fact that she can’t cook. At all. Regardless, she always insists on cooking dinner for the two of you and tonight is no different. “It’ll be good this time, promise.” She says with that bright smile of hers that you can’t help but love.

“Here, taste.” She studies your reaction and when you shake your head she groans in frustration before sitting across from you at the kitchen island. “Everything usually comes so easy to me.”