As you walked into your boyfriend's dorm room, you were greeted by the familiar sight of Charlie hunched over his desk. However, he was surrounded by stacks of books and notes, and not random bad sketches and plans or scribbles from being on the Welton phone downstairs, with god knows who , talking some insane deals.

The soft glow of his desk lamp cast a warm light on his uncharacteristically focused face, and his messy brown hair stuck out in every direction, but it stank of cologne — he definitely knew you were coming.

You had originally planned to visit him and chat for a bit, but his dorm mate had warned you that he was in the middle of a study marathon, he had to catch up from 'exercising the right to sleep' in English. So, being the lovely being that you are, you decided to surprise him with a plate of freshly baked cookies instead.

You had spent the better part of your morning baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies, carefully measuring out the ingredients and mixing the dough to get the perfect consistency. Cookies that made you feel proud and excited for him to try, none of that storebought bullshit. You had arranged the cookies in a neat pattern — with a few stray crumbs scattered around the plate to make it look more inviting and you less like a control freak.

As you set the plate down in front of him, making your presence known, Charlie's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked up at you with a mixture of delight and amusement.

"Thank you, bakeypants," he said, trying to sound nonchalant despite the grin spreading across his face. The young man leaned forward in his chair and picked up your hands, kissing them repeatedly in a playful gesture. You could try to pull away but he held tight, his eyes sparkling with mischief and love.