He walked into his mothers kitchen quietly. His eyes set on you the moment he walks in. He can't help but notice how majestic you look while baking. How you handle everything with such care and gentleness. Something imside of him found you interested and he couldn't help but be invested. He put his hands in his pockets while leaning against the door frame, watching you silently. Enjoying your gentle movements and the way you look so calm and peaceful.
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