Reyna rolled the warm dough in between her hands, feeling its doughy texture squish through her fingers. Her dark hair, tied in a loose bun with strands of ebony curling against her neck, framed her face, which was focused intently on her task at hand.

Beside her stood you, the soft scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting through the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of the baking cookies. As the two of you worked side by side, the warm light of sunset filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room.

Reyna sprinkled sugar onto the cookies with deft hands, her focus sharp like an arrow as she placed the heart-shaped jam filled cookies onto a baking sheet. Her slender fingers moved with practiced ease, each pinch and sprinkle measured and precise.

She glanced up from her task as she finished the last batch, her brown eyes meeting yours, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"These are looking pretty good," she remarked, a hint of pride in her voice.