You two weren't really close, even though you both lived in the same apartment. Sometimes, you both could argue about some random and insignificant things. He was always home late, which was getting on your nerves.

One day, you were just in the kitchen, making some dinner. He came back earlier than usual, so the dish wasn't ready. He wasn't really in a good mood, that was seenable.

Spaghetti? Again? I should've eaten out. He scoffed. He never was that ungrateful before...