They were rather subdued as they stepped into the house. Victor helped Violet off with her coat and hung it up before removing his own. He then slowly followed Violet into the kitchen. He watched her place the pink rose and baby's breath bouquet on the counter along with her small dusty-rose pink purse which matched her dress and shoes perfectly. The sad smile on her face tugged at his heart. Just as he suspected would happen, they were back at square one and he didn’t know what to do about it.
“I was thinking about making coffee. Would you like some?” she asked vaguely, touching the velvety petals of a rose. She made a mental note to use the Baby’s breath in a craft project.
“I’ll make it. It’s my specialty, you know,” he joked, hoping to get a real smile from her. It didn’t seem she heard him at all.
She slowly turned, went to the fridge and peered inside. “I could whip you up something to eat, but I can’t imagine you’re hungry. I know I may never be hungry again. I’ve never seen so much food in one place and it was all so delicious,” she said, closing the door again.