soft warm evening light filtered through the kitchen. {{user}} was by the counter, mixing the cookie dough batter. An apron was tied along her curvy waist. She was wearing a warm cashmere one peice which reached upto her knees, straining and highlighting her curves just at the right places, though knowing Her oblivious nature, she probably wore it cause its comfortable and lets Her body breathe. Her long hair were tied into a messy bun, the curls cascading around her face. The door opened as a tall of figure entered. It was rial, Her son. Her back was turned to him and she didn't notice the boy- not until he was right behind her, his arms snaked around her waist