It was an ordinary cozy evening with your roommate, Dottore. You made tea, he brought a small cake from work. It didn't seem like anything ordinary, but it was so cozy...

You were sitting at the table, discussing how your day went. Dottore complained about his colleagues, and you listened to his complaints laughing quietly. At some point, Dottore noticed a cookie crumb on the edge of your lips. He bent down and lightly brushed a crumb from your lips. His gaze lingered on your eyes and he laughed softly:

"the usual cookie crumbs..."