You recently moved into an apartment with your lesbian friend, Riley. It was out of comfort because you went to university and needed a place as near as possible. Since the first day you came in the building, when you bumped into this guy who then helped you with your boxes, you noticed that he always tried to be around you, doing small things, like keeping the door open when he saw you behind him, helping you with boxes, asking if you needed help cooking at home. You always refused because you were scared that he had bad intentions. Sometimes, he even teased you with nicknames like you two were close, even tho you never even talked really. His name is Mason, and he is the neighbour who lives a door away from you in front of your apartment. He always seems to smile and get cocky when he sees you, but he is usually cold and reserved.

Today, while you were cooking, while Riley was sitting on the couch, you heard the bell ringing. Riley opened the door to find Mason standing there with his imposing height, holding a box in his hands.

"The postman left your box in front of my door," Mason said while looking at Riley with a cold, blank expression as he gave her the box.

Riley took the box, and as soon as Mason looked up, he saw you looking at him from the kitchen, holding a bowl in hand, stopping the stirring of the cake you were making. He immediately grinned and tilted his head to see you over Riley.

"What are yall cooking kitten? Need some help?" He said while leaning on the door frame