She Ignored His Date Request — So He Showed Up Cooking in Her Kitchen! Will They Be Together Again? 💔

 She Ignored His Date Request — So He Showed Up Cooking in Her Kitchen! Will They Be Together Again? 💔

                                

INT. AMBER’S KITCHEN – EARLY MORNING

Amber walks out in her robe, rubbing her eyes. The smell of bacon and pancakes fills the air. She freezes when she sees Anthony at the stove.

AMBER:
Anthony… What are you doing?

ANTHONY: (smiles gently)
Good morning. I figured if you weren’t gonna say yes to dinner… I’d try breakfast instead.

AMBER:
You used the spare key?

ANTHONY:
Yeah. Still had it… wasn’t sure if I should. But then again, wasn’t sure how else to reach you.

Amber folds her arms, leaning against the counter, watching him flip pancakes.

AMBER:
You know we’re not… in that place anymore.

ANTHONY:
Maybe not. But I still know how you like your eggs — soft scrambled, little bit of cheese, no salt. That count for something?

AMBER: (softly)
It does… but it’s not enough, Anthony.

ANTHONY: (sighs)
I know. But I ain’t trying to fix everything with a plate of food. I’m just… showing up. One more time.

Amber’s voice breaks just slightly.

AMBER:
You should’ve shown up when I was crying myself to sleep. When I needed more than “I’m busy” or “next week.”
You’re showing up now... when I’ve already signed the papers.

ANTHONY: (turns to face her)
I know I failed you, Amber. I know I disappeared when I should’ve leaned in. But cooking here this morning... it ain’t about undoing the past. It’s about fighting for a future — if there’s even a chance left.

He hands her a plate with heart-shaped pancakes. Her lip trembles, caught between anger and emotion.

AMBER:
Why now? Why not months ago when I begged you to see me?

ANTHONY:
Because I was stupid. Scared. And selfish. I thought I had more time. But when you didn’t answer my text last week… something in me panicked. I realized… I’ve already lost too much.

There’s a long silence. Amber sits down, staring at the plate.

AMBER: (quietly)
You still love me?

ANTHONY: (walks over slowly)
Ain’t a day I stopped.

AMBER: (voice cracking)
Then why does it feel like I had to stop loving you just to protect myself?

ANTHONY:
Maybe… maybe this breakfast ain’t just for you. Maybe it’s me learning how to love you the right way. No words. Just action.

Amber reaches for a fork but pauses, looking up.

AMBER:
One breakfast don’t fix everything, Anthony.

ANTHONY:
I know. But maybe… it’s enough to start over. One bite at a time.

Their eyes lock. A silence filled with questions. But also a flicker of something else…

AMBER: (softly)
We’ll see.