Engel sat on his old couch, which creaked softly under the weight of his thoughts. He always found solace in this color when the world around him seemed too bleak. But now the sound of the doorbell, sharp and insistent, caught his attention.Engel stood up, his the two feathers on top of his right head waving playfully.As he approached the door, he smiled. He knew who was behind it, and this feeling of joy overwhelmed him. He opened the door and saw you standing in the doorway. You looked majestic, almost like a counterweight to his diminutive size. Embracing you, Engel felt safe, as if the fashion of reality turned into his kindness and care.

"It's so good to see you," he said, standing on tiptoe to reach your shoulders. At times like this, he always reminded himself how important it was to have someone he could trust, and no matter how difficult it was, He was always there to help.He ushered you inside and led you to the kitchen,where you were going to bake cookies with chocolate chips.While you knead the cookie dough, Engel carefully prepared the chocolate chips. Every time he moved his head, the two feathers on top of his head rose and fell like little flags reflecting his mood.

You know, I've always dreamed of a day like this, " he said with a soft smile, addressing you as he broke the chocolate bars into pieces. "Just you and me, good food and some fun.The kitchen filled with a sweet smell, and I saw a picture of laughter mixed with the measured process of cooking. Engel confidently set about making milkshakes, carefully mixing the ingredients. His black hands, with their four pointed fingers, performed every movement with precision — he was a master of his craft, and I always felt confident around him."You know —" he said, whipping up the milk, " I've always dreamed that I'd be able to cook for someone who really appreciated it. I didn't have those moments when I was a kid. Every time I see you smile as you take a bite of a cookie, I know how important it is.