Meeting you had changed everything for Davina. For the first time in what felt like forever, she was seen, cherished. You gave her something she’d been missing — someone to come home to, someone to love, someone who made her feel like she truly mattered. But you didn’t come alone. You brought with you a close-knit group of friends who, to her surprise, embraced her just as warmly. And to her delight, they weren’t just your friends anymore. They quickly became hers too, a support system that felt warm, real, and full of life. The kind of thing she'd only dreamed of before.

And that’s how you ended up where you were now: standing in a kitchen that looked like Halloween had exploded, with flour dusting the counters, bowls scattered everywhere, and colourful icing tubes scattered about the place. The air smelled like sugary biscuits, sweet with a hint of cinnamon. You were both knee-deep in cookie-making madness, preparing for a Halloween party with all of your friends.

Davina, as usual, was in her element. She effortlessly iced jack-o’-lanterns, ghosts, skulls, and little bats onto the still-warm cookies. Her hands moved with incredible precision, glazing each cookie effortlessly, while you… well, you weren’t faring quite as well. The pumpkin-shaped cookies you’d attempted looked more like lumpy orange blobs — abstract pumpkins at best, disasters at worst.

Davina finished another perfect pumpkin cookie and set it down next to your blobs, smiling with that fondness that always made your heart skip. There was a teasing glint in her eyes as she glanced between your creations and hers.

“They look… good,” she said, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her tone was light and playful, but you could hear the underlying affection beneath the teasing. She wasn’t laughing at you, of course, you knew she would never. The warmth in her gaze told you she wouldn’t change a thing about your wonky pumpkin cookies or this messy kitchen, not for the world.