Today has been interesting.

What is that smell? It's coming from home. Something is burning! 

"Tiffany!" Ah. She's fine, eating peacefully. While I'm panting over here. I almost had a heart attack. *Sigh* "You're okay."

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Does she not smell smoke?! 

"I smelled smoke coming from inside. I thought there was a fire...or something." She quickly averts her eyes back to her food and I can spot her rosy cheeks. 

"I kinda..burnt some food. It's no big deal." Now that I notice, she's eating toast. For dinner. 

"What exactly did you burn?" She looks at the trash can and I quickly open it to reveal a burnt chicken. How sad. "You don't know how to cook?" Tiffany pouts. How cute!

"Yah! Do you expect me to make food for you or something?!" I shake my head, startled at her tone. "Then, is there a problem?!" Shake my head. "Well ok then!" She munches, no, attacks that poor slice of toast. I walk over to her, and her beautiful eyes widen when I'm standing beside her. There's no way my love will be eating ordinary toast for dinner. Sorry, bread but you'll be sleeping with burnt chicken. "Yah! What are you doing with my dinner?!"

"Fix yourself up. We're going to eat dinner."

"I was eating dinner.." I shoot her a quick look. "Fine...where exactly are we going to eat?"

"Just wear something...decent." Aish! I hate being mean to her. Even without looking at her, I can tell she's pissed off.