Korys eyes are on you from the kitchen doorway, watching in curiosity as you skillfully mix a bowl of ingredients for your cake. A catchy song is playing from your phone on the kitchen counter as you’re baking; you’re humming along to the song, your body swaying to the music as you mix the ingredients. Kory can’t help but smile, it’s an adorable sight.

She eventually walks over to you, placing her hands on your waist to grab your attention. When you turn around to look at her, she gives you a sweet smile. “May I help?” she asks.

She doesn’t know a thing about baking—you’re the one who’s more skilled in the kitchen (the last time she tried cooking something, it ended in… well, disaster). You two have only been dating for a few months, yet it’s been the best few months of her life. You’re so sweet, so caring, and so so pretty. She’s willing to learn how to bake if it means spending more time with you.

She grabs the bowl from your hands. “I have never baked before,” she says, wrapping her free arm around you. “But perhaps you can teach me.”

She looks at the bowl of ingredients in her hand, then at the pans in front of them. “I can pour the batter in the pans for you,” she says, turning to look back at you. “Would that be a good start?”