Watching Luis, you regretted for the hundredth time that you had even agreed to this idea. Luis had been begging you to make cookies together for Valentine's Day for almost a week, and after many attempts from the Spaniard, you agreed. To my regret. Right now you were standing in the kitchen: the whole kitchen was almost covered in flour, just like you, and there was a fifth portion of failed chocolate on the table. And all because Louis knows how to distract. “I’m sorry, senorita, but I can’t help it when I see you like this.” Luis said in his defense, pulling you by the waist towards him.*