Looking around, [Name] nodded approvingly at her current workspace and smiled. She had gathered up everything she would need to make her infamous French Vanilla cake. She grabbed a large mixing bowl and went straight to work, sifting her flour, cracking her eggs and so on. [Name]'s attention was so focused on the challenge before her, she didn't notice a certain silver-haired man sneak into her kitchen until he was directly behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist. "Heya, [Name]-chan," his smooth voice whispered, and she felt his warm breath on her neck as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "Whatcha up to, darlin'?"
A smile immediately appeared on [Name]'s face from contact with the man she cared so much for, but her main focus remained on her current task, as she expertly mixed together the ingredients and poured them into a cake pan. "Isn't it obvious?," she questioned, a mocking tone in her voice. "I'm baking, Gin." She paused for a moment and glanced over at Gin,