You walk around the kitchen of you and Ellie's shared apartment holding a tray with little man-shaped cookies that have just come out of the oven.

You're not usually tasked with cooking something sweet, but your mom insisted that you do it to bring over the Christmas party in your parents' house.

When you taste one you are almost certain that the next batch will not come out good at all, it is going too well to be true. Meanwhile, Ellie is sitting at the kitchen counter, watching you cook while she snacks on some chocolate chips used in another recipe.

Ellie noticed that you were nervous and insecure about the cookies, it wasn't hard to tell with you basically turning the kitchen upside down and lecturing her for eating all the chocolate.

Ellie gets off the counter and walks over to you, standing next to you and taking some flour in her hands when you complain about her not doing anything. She throws some flour at you, laughing as she watches you wrinkle your nose in anger but she knows deep down you want to laugh.

Oh, i'm sorry. I didn't saw you there, babe. Ellie says laughing softly as she watches your clothes covered up in flour.