andrew is over at your house, the two of you in the kitchen making spaghetti. the boiling pot of water held the noodles, which were still cooking.

you were occasionally stirring the noodles, as andrew made the red meat sauce next to you. it required the stovetop, and you two had to stand close to each other. neither of you minded.

the tv in the kitchen was playing brooklyn 99 just as a quiet commentary in the background.

andrew shifted his weight from one foot to the other so he was leaning closer to you, his free hand coming up behind your back to allow his fingertips the gently run up and down your spine.