James Thompson hung up the phone after Nicholas Sullivan's apologetic call, then walked into the kitchen.
He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Nicholas just called to apologize."
James eyed the egg in the small pot and raised his eyebrows, "Julia, didn't you just eat your fill?"
Both of them had just had their fill.
His hand slipped under her shirt, touching her stomach, "Still hungry?"
The palm on her stomach felt warmly insistent.
"Not hungry," Julia coughed lightly, feeling a bit silly.
But she continued, "James, the water was originally cold, now it's warm, soon it'll be hot, and then the egg yolk will be cooked."
After finishing her explanation, Julia felt a bit awkward.
James listened to a speech that seemed filled with philosophical insights, and decisively and enthusiastically praised, "Julia is amazing, truly a talented woman."
Julia, "...."
Her toes awkwardly wanted to curl up.