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‘So for people like you that don’t know the right ingredients how can you enjoy the place?’

He’d hurt her. This was not the response she expected. She had sent him a link of a new restaurant complete with pictures and good reviews and he had sent her that.

Had he meant to hurt her? Or was that an innocent question that had hit one of the sore spots in their relationship. She couldn’t cook.

He had said it didn’t matter; he couldn’t cook either. Recently, the slights, or the imagined slights -depending on who told the story- had become an almost frequent thing.

Like the time she had gone to see him. After a night out. The next day, she fixed a plate of indomie for him and his flat mate.
He took a few forks and put the plate aside. When she had confronted him, he swore that he didn’t really have an appetite.

There had been other jabs, but they’d been buried so far down she could only remember the hurt.

Maybe soon she could bury this.

This wasn’t the reaction Tayo, her office friend had given her. As soon as Tayo read it, she went to find more reviews and said, “so when do we go?”

And he had sent that.

He had really hurt her.

Sabby