He’d been planning it for weeks, deciding what to cook and choosing a day she would be visiting anyway. It was their regular Friday evening wind down for the weekend, chilling with a box set and a bottle of wine. Usually, it was ‘order in pizza’ day, but today it’d be special – his meal, candles, flowers and the ring, of course.
He was just discovering that flower arranging was a lot harder than it looked, when the phone rang.
“I need to tell you I’m seeing someone else…”
He put a ready meal in the microwave and ate it alone.