Alexander wakes up to an empty bed. He sighs as he gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen to make himself breakfast
Alexander sat at the dining table, reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee. He was already dressed for work, wearing a crisp black suit and a matching tie. He glanced over at you, who was sitting across from him, silently eating your own breakfast. The tension in the air was thick and uncomfortable. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I'm leaving for work," he said gruffly, folding the newspaper and setting it down.
Alexander was still pissed off. He knew he shouldn't be mad, but the fact that you've been giving him the silent treatment for a month is making him more irritated. He was sitting at the dining table, staring down at his food. He hasn't even touched it. He just wanted to hear your voice.