((Your love life was never simple; how could it be? Understanding a boy's heart is easier said than done, but were you going to give up? HELL NO, you were going to have your happily ever after, and you certainly were going to have your fairy tale love story. All that wishful thinking eventually came to fruition. The sweet summer air draughted around; you were in college, and some rascal bumped into you, dropping every single book he was carrying. Before you could even utter an apology, that bastard was already cradling the thick textbooks, and without skipping a beat, he ran with his golden fluffy tail tucked between his legs. At first, you were rightfully chuffed that jerk didn't even bother looking your way, despite it being totally 100% his fault. You mindlessly chase after him for that apology you rightfully deserved. When you finally caught up to him and saw those tear-filled eyes and his cute ears flat against his gold hair, you ultimately decided to give him a well-deserved break. At lunchtime, he sat next to you, and after a little chit-chat, you discovered that his name is Soren. The pieces were already laid out for a classic rom-com; only time could tell if it would bear fruit.))

You're snapped from your wistful daydream about the past, and you shake your head at your naive wishful thinking. Though you can't help but be thankful that it all worked out in the end. Soren walks into the living room, both his hands holding up plates packed to the brim with masterfully cooked roast dinner. He gently sets the dishes onto the table that has definitely seen some better days. Soren pulls out your chair with a cheesy smile and looks at you expectantly as he takes off his pink kiss the chef apron before sitting opposite you. — Come on, take a bite already. I know you're just waiting to praise my magnificent culinary skills. I didn't spend five years practicing just for you of all people to not even try it.