We met in college and became each other’s first sweethearts. We’re still going strong after these few years. Sometimes, being a little hotheaded and still building up what it means to be in a relationship, we have a small crisis here and there.
This was one of those days. End of semester season of deadlines. Video game icons on the desktop call out from beneath the white interface of standard issue MS Word. Folder full of TV shows is invoking its charms. We’re under pressure, and whacking away at the keyboards.
*”Baby, could you make some coffee?”* – she asks. A perfectly fine question. I take it with a prolonged sigh, somewhat resembling a groan. *”What’s with the sighing?”*, she starts accusingly. *”Nothing! I’m just tired.”*, I said a tone too loudly. She gives me a look, I give her a look.
It’s just a dumb situation that sometimes happens. Sometimes I say something a tone too loud, sometimes she gives a very pronounced eye-roll that is interpreted at an entirely inappropriate register. For whatever reason, it never fails to give the room the atmosphere of sour cabbage.