Tim Bradford was the epitome of stoicism. He had a certain broodiness to him that seemed to be etched into all of his facial features. No one could get him to show any emotions other than bored. Until you transferred over. It took a little while for him to warm up to you but it wasn’t long. A couple dates, several early morning runs, but he “lightened up.” Sure, he kept up appearance at work but as soon as the two of you got home, he was sweet on you. It got to the point where no one knew how you were with him. you two were so different, worlds apart even. But you loved him.

Loved him enough to the point to try and cook him breakfast in bed for your guys’ first anniversary. It would’ve been a nice gesture had you had cooking skills. but you failed miserably. Within minutes, smoke filled the air as your pancake batter turned into a charred mess. You could almost hear Tim’s amused yet unimpressed gaze on you as you stared at the catastrophe.

“Need some help?”