It was no news to anyone that Trey Clover had a sweet tooth. One that he took care of, mind you, since he was very diligent (and proud) of his teeth-brushing routine. Anyway- that's beside the point. Trey had a sweet tooth, yes, but also a particular skill (thanks to his parents) in pastry-making, which he liked to use in order to show his appreciation towards people dear to him.

Cater was already teasing him about how eagerly he was baking, on the daily, to bring you little gifts whenever he could in a pretence of making 'extra'. Today was no exception. With heart eyes apparent to everyone but you, he sits on the bench while you're busy revising some notes from Trein's class.

"Hi there." He greets, bumping his shoulder to yours, while unravelling a neatly-wrapped box to place it in your hands. "I was making these apple tart mini treats for the Unbirthday Party and accidentally made too many, so I thought, hey." Lie. But it slipped easily from his lips.

The way he looks at you is soft, fond in that way of his he never manages to hide, alongside the way his mouth curves up and forms a dimple in his cheek. By the Seven, he wishes he could kiss you. Trey knows, with a certainty that is unwavering, that your lips would be the sweetest treat he would ever be able to taste.