She slid the toast towards me when she saw me.
The toast was a bit burnt. Iris chuckled awkwardly and said, "This is my first time making breakfast. Just eat it, okay?"
I nodded and bit into the toast. We both sat there quietly.
I used to do all the cooking when we first got married, even handled all the chores.
But eventually, Iris complained my breakfasts were too boring.
She'd snapped one day, "It's the same stuff every day. I'm sick of it. Don't bother with mine anymore!"
Later, I found out she'd been grabbing breakfast with Gavin instead.
Since then, I stopped cooking in the mornings and just picked up something quick near work. It saved time.
I never thought I'd see the day Iris would cook.
She kept looking at me, then finally said, "Albert, sorry. I stood you up yesterday. The car show's still on today, right? How about I go with you?"
I set down the toast, shook my head, and said, "Don't bother."
I stood up to grab my coat and head out.
Iris came after me, looking worried, trying to make up for yesterday.
"Why not? Isn't the car show running for a few more days?" she asked.
I looked at her and said flatly, "It ended yesterday."