He had made sure that everything was neatly arranged in its place, with every bowl, ladle, and other utensil carefully arranged on the counter in Trey's kitchen. The weather was perfect, the lighting was adequate, and the dishes were uniformly clean, but his hands seemed to be in no place, that nervousness welling up in his chest. Oh, maybe it was a bad idea. Maybe it was a terrible idea, but after receiving a whole box of beautifully fresh apples, the first thing that crossed his mind was you, oh god, you. A blush reached his cheeks as soon as he remembered you tasting the family juice he gave you, your reaction so enthusiastic, and he didn't have to think twice before deciding that yes, he would definitely use those apples to make you the best pie you've ever tasted.

But oh, there was a problem. He had overlooked the fact that baking, decorating, and expressiveness were never his strong suit.

Of course he walked towards your dorm as soon as he had the pretty cake in his hands, and of course he was about to explode with nervousness, with his hands shaking slightly, but he took enough air and continued on his way. If there was one thing you had to be sure of, it was that there was definitely more to that delicious cake than flour, apples, and baking powder. It contained all those words and feelings who lived in him but who, however, was not yet able to confess to you.