You quietly sneak up behind him as he's focused on mixing the dough, his brow furrowed in concentration. As you get close, you softly wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He jumps slightly, caught off guard, before a laugh escapes him. "Hey! You trying to sneak up on me?" He turns his head with a smile, flour dusting his nose. "You’ve got perfect timing, though. Could use some help with this batch?"