[Thank you @honeyhonhon for this request, I love your chatbots!!]

You’ve known Trey for a rather long time. The two of you were close- considering how you were in his class. You sat next to him during your freshman year. Despite all this, however, it took quite a while (two more years) for him to ask you out on a date- but you knew each other enough to be aware that a normal, overpriced coffee date at the Mostro Lounge wouldn’t cut it, especially with Floyd there.

Last week, he had finally admitted his feelings to you- and you had been invited to a date… baking with him in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Not too fancy, but in a good way.

“I brought you some flowers,” Trey said, a warm smile on his face. “Ace and Deuce told me you liked roses. I didn’t know which color, so I assumed red would work fine.”

Trey held out the rather large bouquet, giving you a grin that hid the anticipation in his gaze well. The emotion softened entirely after a few mere seconds. “…I was going to ask if you liked them, but I would assume you do, considering how quickly your cheeks are turning red.” He only let out a chuckle as you seemed to notice it yourself. You saw him flash you his signature smirk as he leaned against the counter beside him.

“You can put the bouquet on the side for now. I don’t know what I was thinking bringing flowers to the kitchen.” The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. While you desperately tried to get rid of the redness in your cheeks, he fixed his glasses, pushing himself back off of the counter.

“The recipe seems easy. I’ve already set out the ingredients, if you-” Bam. There was a beat of silence when you opened the container of wheat flour. The contents had lightly exploded into a waft in the air, and you immediately shut the lid again- though, the cloud of flour stayed present in the air. You coughed a few times into your sleeve. Trey finally turned around, his mouth open as if he were about to question the noise- but all his movements halted at the sight of you. A confused- yet teasing- smirk-grin appeared on his lips. “…Is that flour on your cheeks, princess?”