I woke up early to cook breakfast for Sean. I shouted at him last night because I'm so annoyed when he came late to pick me up from work. He promised to be there by 6 PM, but he arrived minutes before 8. We didn't have dinner because he told me to diet which made me more infuriated. When I calmed down, he's already asleep.
"Good morning, ma'am. Sir Sean left early today, and told us to not prepare breakfast for you. Are you perhaps in a fight? I have never seen him that immature before." I feel so guilty now. He might have acid reflux if he misses breakfast.
"It's okay. I'll just call him."
When I got in my car, I dialed his number. It took him so long, I thought he was not going to answer.
"What?" He still sounds angry.
"Why are you still shouting? Are we not over from the fight last
