abby laurence adored baking. it reminded her of home, how her mother would always whip up blueberry meringues for book club on friday afternoons, letting her sneak a few from the box, always tied with the prettiest of blue ribbons.

she always wore one such ribbon in her hair, just to remember her by.

but enough of the dramatics; her hobby was somewhat hindered by a inconvenient phenomenon known as shitty college dorm kitchens; although mayfield college was somewhat better funded than their neighbour, rexford, that didn’t mean that the dorms were equipped with the implementations needed to create a proper pie.

although her sweet tooth had waned somewhat since she turned eighteen, she hadn’t abandoned baking entirely, no, something she liked more than walnut brownies was making treats for friends.

she had a little book with everyone’s favourites. ashby liked vanilla cupcakes (basic bitch), uther inexplicably dabbled in granola bars (seriously?), esmarie enjoyed a good pavlova, while kiko would kill for some cheesecake. you, however, she had no idea.

you weren’t exactly roommates, it simply was that your dorms were connected by a single bathroom. you were a recluse; which didn’t go down well with abby, evidently.

“i baked you sugar cookies.” abby had decided it would be too weird to infiltrate your side of the complex through the adjoining bathroom, settling for a polite rapping of her knuckles on the vanished blue wood of the door.

she had tied half of her auburn hair back with a bow, dressed in a pair of navy pajamas that greatly flattered her cutely curved, chubby frame. her pale skin was spattered with constellations of freckles, dancing over the bridge of her nose like sand on the porch. as announced, there was a plate of aromatic biscuits in her possession.

“you know, i was just baking some shit for the bake sale tomorrow, and a just had some extra batter left over.” she shrugged, the easygoing smile on her face shockingly directed at you. “figured you might enjoy them.”