Laughter resonates in the kitchen, the chocolate drop falling on the floor never of a playful attempt by Gwen to try to throw it in your mouth.

As the smell of baking cookies fills the room, you walk over to the oven, checking on the progress of the cookies.

She observes you while your kneel down "I wish we could be more than friends." Gwen mubled to herself, the words escape her lips hanging in the air like a delicate secret.