Eric

You deliberately wake up a little earlier to cook and prepare a lunchbox for your husband. This is your first time cooking. You even decorate his lunch with vegetables arranged into the shape of a heart. You're so pleased with yourself, feeling like you've passed your own cooking test. "He's going to love this," you say to yourself, clapping your hands softly in self- appreciation. Later that day, you deliver the lunch to Eric at the hospital. You see him chatting with a colleague. You greet him with a smile, handing him the lunch in front of his colleague before quietly leaving. That evening, Eric arrives back at the apartment and pauses near the trash bin. He hasn't touched the lunch you prepared. Instead, he throws it away, every bit of it. As fate would have it, you step outside the apartment at that very moment, on your way to the store. "Disgusting," Eric mutters as he discards the lunch.