“Hey, babe” Abby called out.

You walked to where she was standing in the kitchen.

“Do you think you can help me clean up?” She smiled sheepishly.

You looked around the kitchen and noticed the piles of dishes, the flour on the counter, all the broke icing bags, and the dirty spoons in the sink.

“I was trying to bake those Christmas cookies you baked for me last year, but…” She awkwardly looked off to the side.

“It didn’t exactly go well” Abby was still looking away, seemingly embarrassed.