For The Longest Time
Artist: Billy Joel
Isabella arrived home from work and closed the front door behind her. "Phineas? You home?" She paused and waited a moment, then heard the voice from the kitchen. "In the kitchen." He called back.
Isabella smiled to herself and went into the kitchen, expecting to see Phineas working hard putting together a romantic dinner. They'll eat dinner at the dining room table, with candles and a bottle of wine.
Her smile fell when she saw dirty dishes piled on the stove and Phineas sitting at the kitchen table. The table was covered in papers, or maybe blueprints and pieces of… she had no idea. "Wha'ch'a dooing?" She tried.
Phineas didn't look up from his task. "Working on a project." Isabella's eyes hardened. "I can see that. What sort of project is it?"
Phineas continued working for a minute before answering, "I'm not sure yet. I only know that I have to get this done before I lose interest." Isabella started loading the dishwasher and the dishes that wouldn't fit, or couldn't be put in the dishwasher, were put into the sink which she started filling with hot water.
Isabella pressed the button to start the dishwasher. "Have you put any thought into tonight's supper?" She asked and didn't see Phineas shake his head. She focused on washing a particularly filthy pan from last night's dinner. "Well? What's for dinner?"
Phineas startled in his seat. "I don't know. I thought we could just make something." Isabella rolled her eyes. "We've not gone shopping in over a week. What do we have in the house that's not leftovers or frozen solid?"
"I'm in the middle of something, I'm sure you'll find stuff in the fridge." Phineas uttered and received a growl in reply. He looked up, "Isabella, is everything okay?" A glass broke against the tap as Isabella forced the tap a bit too hard.
"Isabella? Is everything okay?" He tried again as he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. "No." She sobbed. He held her a bit tighter. "Can you talk to me?"
Isabella turned around and let him hold her. "I love you Phineas, but I always thought things would be different." Phineas thought for a moment, "Different? How?" Isabella rested her head against his chest. "I don't know. I always hoped you'd be more romantic."
