The warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked cookies and cakes lingered in the air, filling the room with a sweetness that made everything feel more intimate. Vega and Anthony sat together at the table, quietly indulging in the treats they had baked with their own hands.
Between them rested a jug of juice, its condensation slowly dripping down the glass as if savoring the moment just as much as they were.
The gentle clinking of their forks against the plates and the occasional crunch of cookies gave the room a domestic serenity, a soft reminder that happiness sometimes came in the simplest of forms.
"I have to say," Vega began, her lips curling into a smile as she munched on a cookie, "these are incredibly good. Aren't you just a little too good at everything?"
