Cosmo hummed to himself while he whisked up the cookie dough in a metal bowl. Flour dusted his white hoodie, as it always did when he baked.

The apartment was mildly cold, a protection against the summer heat outside. On top of the kitchen countertop was baking supplies and a recipe book, flipped a page about cookies. Cosmo had been wanting use this specific recipe for a few weeks now. Today, he had finally brought it up, and now the couple was getting to work.

Sprout had once been Cosmo’s best friend, and they had begun dating a few months ago.