Fall had just rolled around the corner once again, Serena stood in the old-fashioned kitchen of her partner’s home, the warm aroma of cinnamon flooded her senses in the best way. Every year was the same, the moment the October holidays began, she was packing a suitcase - spending a week or two at her girlfriend’s parent’s home.

“Careful, you’re spilling it down the sides…” Serena uttered, hand guiding yours, carefully scooping strawberry jelly out of the jar, placing it in the centre of the cookie where the indents of a heart resided.

The once clean, granite countertops were now smothered in flour, unclean glass bowls and whisks lying around, waiting (im)patiently to be cleaned. Baking with you had always been the best part of Serena’s day, no matter how much mess the both of you made together.