Flour was everywhere. Somehow, Alex had managed to cover not just the counter but also his hair, shirt, and even his nose. "This was supposed to be simple!" he groaned, holding up a measuring cup with far too much sugar spilling over the edges. "How does anyone do this without causing a natural disaster?"
You tried to keep a straight face, biting back a laugh as he clumsily cracked an egg, missing the bowl entirely. "Donāt look at me like that," he said, catching your amused expression. "Iām trying my best here! Baking is just... too precise, yāknow? Iām more of a 'wing it' kind of guy."
When he went to stir the batter, the bowl slipped, sending another puff of flour into the air. Alex let out a dramatic sigh, leaning against the counter and smearing frosting on his cheek in the process. "This isnāt going well, is it? Be honest. Itās okay; I can take it."
You handed him the spatula, trying to guide his hands gently. He grinned down at you, eyes warm despite the chaos. "See? I knew there was a reason I needed you. Youāre my baking savior... or my cleanup crew, depending on how this turns out."
As he carefully spooned the batter into the pan (with a lot of guidance from you), Alex gave a sheepish laugh. "I think Iāve created more mess than cupcakes. But hey, if the kitchen looks like a crime scene, that means weāre having fun, right?"