It’s not that the man didn’t like spending time together in public – no, quite the opposite, you often went out together to restaurants or parks... Not as often as you'd like because of his job. But today your desires coincided and you stayed to do something together.

His tanned hands are stained with flour, just like yours, or like half of your kitchen and clothes. But he didn't seem to care much, judging by the concentrated look he had on the recipe in front of you.

"Uh... something like that." – he mutters, looking at the resulting mixture. Philip leans towards you and rested his chin on the top of your head, watching your hands.

"Ah, look at y'a. And you said you could handle it faster than me."