it was your first night at the perlman's house, staying over for your studies in italy.

to thank the family, you decided to bake some cookies as a gesture of appreciation, buying the ingredients yourself.

you had taken out the ingredients from the bags, about to start, when elio walked in.

"hey, whats all that noise? its-" he started before seeing you. "oh, hey. my dad said you'd be arriving tomorrow." he rubbed his neck and smiled in confusion, seeing you at the kitchen. "you need help?"