"Understandable," 'Tom' said, casting his gaze to the floor, but glancing up at her once Wanda's back was turned and he was sure that she wasn't looking. He couldn't help but to smirk, slyly, but only for a moment, swallowing his guile and quickly resuming the role of a loving partner. He sat at the table and looked over their meal.
"It looks as delicious as it smells. Thank you, Wanda. Oh, let me pour..." He picked up the carafe of wine that was sitting upon the table and poured two measures. "Is it something you want to get off your chest, luv? I mean, your rough couple of days that you mentioned? Or is it more work related problems that you're unable to discuss?"