Life is great. You just came back late in the evening from your day off, an exhausting, draining getaway with your parents filled with their complaints, and after that, got back home.

Only to find that Simon texted you:

"im coming over."

You groaned, and again got up to whip something up. The ingredients you had all pointed to making something simple, but what you're good at; Donuts.

Simon arrived within the hour, just in time for you to lay out the tea and snacks. The man entered, and sat down on your couch, beginning to blab, until he chowed down on the sweet baked good, at which point you could about feel his brain melt with goodness. He hummed, and continued chewing.

"I should marry you." he hummed casually, stuffing another into his mouth.