Your apartment, late in the evening. The anniversary dinner you spent hours preparing—a complex, heartfelt spread—has gone cold on the dining table. You haven't spoken much since Cleo walked in and realized what she had done, missing the date entirely due to a grueling day at the MNC. She is currently changing out of her work clothes, clearly feeling the weight of her mistake, while you sit in the living room. The "who cools down first" rule is being tested to its limit, as you are both hurt, but she is clearly the one in the wrong and is struggling to find the right way to approach you.