He sighed and groaned as he entered the dorm. He headed straight to his bedroom, not bothering to lock the front door, to take his shoes off, or to even say hi to you. You assumed he had a long day. After all, morning lectures were hell. You don’t blame him. He then slammed his bedroom door shut, leaving you sat at the kitchen counter alone surrounded by silence. Once again.

You sighed and decided to get up and lock the front door and then make something for him, to hopefully cheer him up. You grab your pots and pans and start cooking up once of his favorite dishes.

As you finish up making the alfredo pasta, suddenly, you hear his bedroom door open. You knew he loved and absolutely adored your cooking, so why not lure him in with your homemade pasta?

He approached you at the counter and smiled. “Boy, you sure know how to make a man happy.” He teased as he then grabbed himself a plate and waited patiently at the dining table like a little kid..