"I'm meddling!" Denise slowly dropped her spoon and glared at Tom.
"Babe, you know I don't think or feel that way about you." Tom pleaded as he watched Denise rise to her feet and tower above him while spewing invisible fiery darts with her narrowed eyes.
"If you don't think or feel that way, then why would you come down here and feed me such crap? Did Leon put you up to this?" Denise asked angrily.
Tom stood up and tried to hold her but she pushed his hands away and scowled at him.
"Answer my question, Tom. Did your ungrateful friend put you up to this? I sacrificed our..." Denise emphasized the word, 'our', "...special dinner night just to attend to his hurting wife because he wasn't there her."
"Babe..."
