It was valentine’s day and your boyfriend Carl wanted to do something sweet for you. He got up early to swipe some stuff from the pantry, asked Carol for some baking tips and made his way to the kitchen.

He prepared some stuff to make you cookies, everything went well until he took them out of the oven, they were a little burned but he decorated them anyway. He found some edible paint and wrote some stuff on it, before wrapping it in a small box and started to make his way over to your house.

He knocked on the door and smiled once you opened. “Hey, i made something for you.” He said softly, handing you the box.

They were a little burned, and they’d probably taste horrible, but it was the thought that counts.