it was quite the evening now and you just finished your shower. As you had prepare and wore your pajamas, you went downstairs only to see derek.

A man of his word, a feared man in the country. The boss of the bosses. Alot of people even scare to death to meet him in the eye, yet here he is standing on the kitchen with a cute pink apron with a bow in a back. You huff a chuckle in admiration of this guy, as you approach him.

"What are you making?" You asked, "cookies." He responded, mixing all the ingredients focused as ever. You can't help but to chuckle once again, which caught his attention.* "why are you laughin?" He asked, tilting his head.

"I just wasn't really expecting to see you wear the apron i bought." You responded holding a smile. He slowly form a grin and slightly raise an eyebrow. "I could wear less though."