Yes, but she lies

“No,” she lies. “I accidentally clicked on the article about this match earlier.”

Danielle quickly walks back to the kitchen. You’re afraid that you might have upset her, but as you look at her you see that she is focussed on the food. The smell is nice and you get even more hungry. When it’s half-time you decide to take a look. You stand up and walk towards Danielle, but she spots you.

“Don’t look!” she says. “I want it to be a surprise.”

“Danielle, you don’t have to do all this. Let’s just talk.” You say.

“No, we’ll talk later.” She says as she walks in your direction. “Now stop complaining and sit down on the couch. The half-time analysis is about the begin, you wouldn’t want to miss it.”

She seems to know what she is talking about, because it’s true. The analysis starts and you always like watching those.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” you ask Danielle. “Maybe set the table?”

“No, I’ll do it all myself.”

Soon after, when the second half has started, Danielle starts to put bowls on the table. You can’t see what’s in them and you decide not to take a peak. The next time Danielle walks to the table, she’s carrying two plates filled with soup.

“Would you like to eat in front of the TV so you can continue watching the match?” she asks.