Old love struggles to triumph over new affection.

Company dinner. My fiancée’s junior assistant, Leo, threw a half-eaten eggplant he didn't like into her bowl right in front of everyone.

Without a second thought, Chloe picked it up with her forks and ate it.

That night, when we got home, I told her I wanted to call off our arranged engagement.

She irritably pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Just because I ate the eggplant he gave me?"

"It was *his* half-eaten eggplant, one he didn't like," I corrected her.

"Lucas, you're seriously so petty. You always have to make such a scene over the smallest things."