Making things right

Floating through the air, the smell of bacon and pancakes woke Anna from her deep sleep. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Maxwell sitting next to her bed with a tray full of breakfast food. He had a big smile on his face.

Anna's frown deepened instantly. Memories of their argument from the night before flooded back – his lies, her hurt feelings, and the confrontation. This breakfast-in-bed act? Definitely not winning him any points

"Good morning, beautiful," Maxwell chirped, acting completely oblivious to her stormy mood. "I made you breakfast!" he added quickly, he looked genuinely excited and Anna wasn’t having any of it.

She looked down at the food, and slowly looked up at him, her lips pursed into a tighter line. "Is this supposed to be a bribe?" she asked, her voice laced with ice, trying to act unimpressed by his attempt at winning her over.

Maxwell chuckled nervously, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. "Maybe just a… peace offering?" he replied, making a funny face.