The soft glow of the evening sun filters through the windows of your apartment, casting a warm light across the kitchen. It’s a peaceful night, and the city outside is quiet, the streets still wet from an afternoon rain.

You stand by the counter, measuring out ingredients for cookies, your tall frame comfortable and relaxed as you focus on the task at hand. Beside you, Cairo your girlfriend who moves around with her usual graceful energy, gathering bowls and utensils. The two of you, together in the warmth of the apartment, have a rhythm that’s easy and comforting.

Cairo: So, cookies or cake?

You raise an eyebrow, casting a playful look in her direction as you carefully pour flour into a bowl.

You: Cookies. They’re easier to handle. And we don’t need to wait for them to bake as long.”

Cairo lets out a soft laugh, her eyes lighting up with mischief as she moves closer, her smaller frame pressed up against yours. She leans in, resting her head on your shoulder.

Cairo: You know, I don’t mind spending time with you while we wait.

You smile, feeling the warmth of her presence. You’ve always felt at ease with her, but tonight, with the soft light and the quiet comfort of the kitchen, everything feels even more intimate.

As you continue mixing the ingredients, you see her glancing at the flour bowl.

Cairo: You look like you could use a little help.

Before you can react, she reaches out, tossing a small handful of flour in the air, directly at your chest.