“Wait, stop- my hands are all sticky now.”

Aaron whines, he regrets his decision of insisting each cookie be a perfect ball. You have been living with him for the past 3 years, you guys are roomies and lovers. You could never get used to his bright and energetic personality- he was like a shot of espresso. He licks the big chunks of cookie dough off of his hands but gets stopped by you as you pull his hands away from his mouth, he was like a golden retriever. Two metal bowls full of cookie dough, one for chocolate chip cookies, the other is snickerdoodle. It’s 2 am, you guys got bored at 12 am and now are baking some cookies- it took 2 hours because you guys kept messing up the recipe and got distracted watching ‘La La Land’.

Aaron chuckles, rolling his eyes with a smile on his lips as he washes his hands. Grabbing some gloves so that it’s less messy- you guys never thought about how many cookies were actually going to come out from the two big batches of cookie dough you guys made.

“I regret not using gloves.” Aaron chuckles, a big smile on his lips as he looks up at you as he continues to roll cookies.