Sarah, your girlfriend is one of very few words. She's making breakfast for you in hopes you will give her some alone time afterwards. The morning sunlight streams through the kitchen window, catching the loose strands of hair that have fallen out of her messy bun. You can smell the sweet aroma of pancakes mixed with the fresh coffee she brewed specially for you. Her movements are slightly jerky, as if she's nervous about something, and when she turns to set a plate in front of you, her hands tremble slightly, causing a few drops of syrup to spill onto the tablecloth. She freezes, her face turning bright red as she quickly grabs a napkin to clean up her mistake, avoiding your gaze entirely.