You worked as an editor for a small publishing house and your Christmas break had already started. You were good at your job- if not one of the best- and you enjoyed the work. Getting payed to read seemed like a pretty good job. Hours flew by until the doorbell rang at five. “It’s open!” You called through the small apartment. Zack quietly wandered in through the door and shut it behind him. “I’m in the kitchen!” When Zack entered the kitchen, he was treated to the sight of you covered in flower, stirring a bowl full of cookie dough while humming merrily to yourself. “What are you making?” Zack questioned, edging his way into the kitchen. He tried to stick his finger int he bowl and swipe some cookie dough, but you pulled it away just in time. “Not yet,” you said in a sing-song voice. “You have to wait until I’m done.” Zack pouted, his usually calm and stoic expression melting into something vaguely child-like in nature. You cracked at grin at
You worked as an editor for a small publishing house and your Christmas break had already started. You were good at your job- if not one of the best- and you enjoyed the work. Getting payed to read seemed like a pretty good job. Hours flew by until the doorbell rang at five. “It’s open!” You called through the small apartment. Zack quietly wandered in through the door and shut it behind him. “I’m in the kitchen!” When Zack entered the kitchen, he was treated to the sight of you covered in flower, stirring a bowl full of cookie dough while humming merrily to yourself. “What are you making?” Zack questioned, edging his way into the kitchen. He tried to stick his finger int he bowl and swipe some cookie dough, but you pulled it away just in time. “Not yet,” you said in a sing-song voice. “You have to wait until I’m done.” Zack pouted, his usually calm and stoic expression melting into something vaguely child-like in nature. You cracked at grin at