He pours himself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter in thought. “I mean . . . you aren’t wrong. She does like routine.” “Wakes up at six every morning. Breakfast is ready by seven.” “Dinner at seven thirty every night,” he says. “Rotating menu.” “Gym at ten every morning.” “Grocery shopping on Mondays,” I add. “Sheets get washed every Wednesday.” “See?” I say in defense. “She’s predictable. It’s more of a fact than an insult.”
My god! XD
