Hearing the door open, Daphne huffed. She had hoped to get this under control beforeErnie came home. That way she could play it off as if nothing had gone wrong at all. Instead, he came racing into the kitchen, arriving in time to see her throwing up her hands in defeat as her face twisted into a mixture of despair and frustration.
"But you shouldn't have to," she returned, sighing as she shook her head. "I'm already staying in your house, taking up space and invading your life. The least I could do is help out." Her lips turned down in a frown as she looked at the still-smoking remains in the sink. Her hands moved through her hair as she looked at Ernie, clearly worried about more than just a failed attempt to make grilled cheese.
"I'm sorry," she said, moving from the stove to plop down in a chair at the table. Daphne's elegant fingers tapped idly on the wood, mind racing a she tried to figure out the best way to broach the subject of what she had to say. It would be so easy to just wrap her arms around him and forget all her worries which is precisely why she resisted the urge. She didn't want to let herself get too distracted.