Never in his life had Tristan ever thought that eggs would give away his emotional state. But there he was, currently was being humbled by a chicken egg. He was eating egg muffins on their own. No refreshments to wash them down. No bread to have it with.
If that did not scream nervous, then nothing would. ever since he had begun being Ariel's assistant in the kitchen. The almost argument that they'd had had been playing in his head non-stop. He knew that they needed to address things but he just had not been able to figure out a way to do so.
But luckily for him, Ariel had saved the day, coming right out and asking him.
"You are right about one thing ever since you have come home from the hospital. I have been distant, and it is not because I have been busy at work,"
"So you really have been avoiding me then?" Ariel looked absolutely crushed and Tristan rushed to reassure her before she could jump to conclusions.
