I clear my throat. “Is there more coffee?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Oh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to get you a cup.” He grabs a mug out of the cupboard.
“That’s okay. I can get it.” Before I can reach for the coffee, he’s already pouring me some in a mug.
“What are you two doing up so early?” I hear in the background.
Both Ezra and I turn in surprise as Rya comes walking in with half her boob popping out of her spaghetti strap nightgown.
“Rya, your...” he says and taps his own chest.
She looks down at herself. “Oh,” she says with a giggle, adjusting her strap. “Oops.” She grabs a stool next to me and sits down, looking over at the breakfast Ezra made. But instead of saying anything about it, she looks at it as if it’s nothing.
“Ezra cooked for us,” I say.
She nods, sliding one of the plates with eggs, bacon, and toast closer to her.
I look at Ez as he looks at Rya, poking at her food. The look on his face is something I can’t read. Is he mad or hurt that his own wife isn’t that appreciative?
“That was nice of your husband,” I say, emphasizinghusband. “That he woke up early before work to cook for us,” I say, feeling defensive for Ez.
“Oh yeah. He always does.”
My mouth falls open, and my eyes widen in disbelief. How could she be so blind to everything he does for her? None of it seems to matter to her. She doesn’t appreciate a damn thing.
“Well, I’m going to head out,” Ez says, walking around the counter to Rya and placing a kiss on her lips.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” she says with her mouth half-full.
“I’ll see you, Vi.” He looks over at me before heading out the door.
I glance over at Rya as she scrolls through her phone, her face blank. When did she become so ungrateful? I remember when she first started dating Ezra, how excited she was every time he planned a date for them or did something nice for her out of the blue. Now, it looks like she takes him for granted. It hurts to see the change in her, especially knowing how hard Ezra tries to make her happy. Does she even notice anymore or is she too caught up in her own world to care?
“Do you not appreciate Ezra cooking for you?” I blurt out because this friend of mine is pissing me off right now. Something I wish Zay would do for me, and she takes it for granted.
“Yeah,” she says, looking up at me. “He does it all the time, so it’s nothing to be excited about.”
I curl my lips, biting down. “You could at least appreciate it.”
Her brows are furrowed. “I do.”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
“What do you want me to do? Jump for joy every time he cooks for me?”
Oh God, she’s missing the whole damn point, and I don’t want to sit here and start drama with someone else in my life. It’s the last thing I need. I drop the subject and continue eating my breakfast. All this morning has done is make me heated.
“So, what are we doing today?”
“Well, I have to work,” I say.
“Oh, come on, you can miss one day. Besides, it’s your own business.”
“Yeah, that’s not how it works.”
She scoffs. “Then what’s the point of owning your own business?”
I’m caught off guard by how she blows everything off. She has no responsibilities in her life, and she acts as if no one else should. I question whether she’s always been this way. Have I been blinded by how truly spoiled and conceited she is?
