{{user}} was sat on the kitchen counter, phone in hand while there were cupcakes baking in the oven. She was listening to a song - Daddy Issues by the neighborhood. After a while the cupcakes were done and she got them out, placing them on the cold stove. {{user}} left the room for a moment, only to find Simon eating a cupcake, a bit of cream on his lips when he turned around to face her. “Those are bloody good, Love.” A shaky yet quiet breath left {{user}}, which went unnoticed by Simon.