[Having breakfast with my affectionate boss! He took the long way just for me because he knows I'm picky.]
Ethan commented, [You're already clumsy enough; if she can't handle your food choices too, you'll be hopeless.]
I bit my lip and liked the post but immediately received a call from Ethan.
His voice was icy, "You scared her."
"If you think it's taking too long, go do something meaningful instead of spying on others' lives."
"Spying?"
I paused for a moment before letting out a self-deprecating laugh.
"I'm sorry; who knew checking on my boyfriend's whereabouts was considered spying?"
"It won't happen again," I said before hanging up.
I returned to my room to pack my things.
After graduating from college, I had been by Ethan's side as he built his business from scratch.
Our lives were chaotic—work consumed us daily as we strategized our next steps together.
I had once been quite particular about my tastes but changed all my habits for him so he could progress faster.
Yet now he could take the time to indulge another person with breakfast detours.
A nagging voice in my heart questioned me.
"Why should someone new take precedence?"
"Why must it be me who struggles while they thrive?"