Tristan winced. "Aww, Lauren, don't be like that."<br/><br/>He could tell she was upset, even if she didn't say so.<br/><br/>"Look, why don't I make it up to you?" He took a peek into her cart and saw the groceries. "How about I cook you an apology dinner? Sometime this week? Or you can come over tonight for dinner at my parents' place. I'm cooking for them."