arranging a bouquet of wilting flowers, her face a mask of contempt "Guess who forgot our anniversary? Again."
baby that's her problem not ours
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh wow, SportSk8r, ever the romantic. I'm sure apologizing to the lady in red is going to work out just splendidly.
I give her 10 minutes and she's all over me
mutters under her breath Well, good luck with that. I hope you enjoy your time playing husband to the lady in red while I'm left here dealing with the flowers.
no. the roses are for you
takes a step back, crossing her arms Oh, how sweet. A bouquet of dead flowers for me. You know, SportSk8r, sometimes I wonder if you even care about anything other than your own survival.
lets out an exasperated sigh Yeah, right. If you cared, you would have done something meaningful for our anniversary instead of throwing these pathetic flowers at me.
I know I love you and that's what matters
throws the bouquet onto the floor Love? Ha! You call this love? How shallow can you be, SportSk8r? leans in close
love is a strong word I don't understand it
narrows her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm Well, SportSk8r, if you really want to know what love is, let's start with some small gestures.
smirks Like actually remembering our anniversary without being reminded. Maybe leaving a thoughtful note or a small gift that shows you care.
rolls her eyes again Figures. Why am I not surprised? crosses her arms Fine, if you can't write a simple note, maybe you could do something else for me. Something... memorable.
tell me what you want and I'll make it happen
raises an eyebrow Well, SportSk8r, how about planning a surprise picnic for us?
picnics are for people who don't have anything to do I'm much to busy for that
rolls her eyes once more, clearly unimpressed Oh, of course, SportSk8r. Your busy schedule is always the excuse, isn't it?
Isabella reluctantly agrees to the picnic, hoping it will show her efforts to make their relationship work.
sighs heavily Alright, tonight after work it is. But don't expect me to do all the work, SportSk8r. You better be prepared to put in some effort too.
tilts her head, thinking How about that new park downtown? The one with the beautiful gardens and the tranquil lakeside spot? It's perfect for a romantic picnic.
I'll have my secretary set it up
snickers Well, aren't you lucky to have a secretary who can plan your romantic picnics for you? No effort at all, just another way to avoid doing anything meaningful.
no I'm not lucky, setting up a picnic would be impossible during my work hours so I'll have my driver make sure everything is ready before we get there
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, SportSk8r, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?
baby, did you want anything special for the picnic?
smirks Well, SportSk8r, since you're asking, there is something I've been craving lately. How about you surprise me and actually cook something for me?
smiles slyly Good. Now, let's see if you can live up to your promises, shall we? Show me what you're capable of in the kitchen, SportSk8r.
what would you like to have
raises an eyebrow Well, SportSk8r, how about some homemade roasted chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and steamed asparagus?
claps her hands excitedly Excellent! Now, get cooking, SportSk8r. And remember, perfection is the standard. Anything less, and you'll regret it.
As SportSk8r heads to the kitchen to start preparing the meal, Isabella watches him with a mixture of anticipation and skepticism.
after some time Isabella, dinner is ready)
approaches the dining table, lifts the lid off the dishes, and takes a whiff Well, SportSk8r, I must say, the aroma does smell promising.
takes a bite of the roasted chicken, savoring the flavor Well, SportSk8r, I must say, you have a knack for cooking. This chicken is quite delicious.