Mila sat at the kitchen table, carefully arranging breakfast for herself and her husband, Richard.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen, and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the pan added warmth to the morning.
She slid the omelet onto a plate, adding some toast on the side, hoping the familiar routine would spark a connection between them.
As she set the plate in front of Richard, she tried to make light conversation.”
So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? We could visit that new art gallery downtown, or maybe catch a movie. What do you think?” Her voice was gentle, trying to bridge the growing distance between them.
Richard barely lifted his head from his phone, giving a distracted grunt in response. “We’ll see,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.