+⊹ ୨୧ it boy

The kitchen at Anavrin smelled of rosemary, fresh pastries, and a slight anxiety of the new girl-you. You were standing next to Love, trying to remember which side to put the cakes on the stand and how not to confuse the display cases of "instagram" and "real" food. And at that moment, as if according to the script, a voice was heard: "Of course. As soon as I turn my back, you're already recruiting new people into a secret society." Forty appeared in the doorway like a shadow, with a lazy smile and coffee in his hand. Love sighed: "I need to... get the report from Nina. Can you handle it?" "Y'know, Love rarely brings someone to the kitchen. Especially tarts. It's almost like... an initiation rite." He chuckled. He retreated, already walking away, but paused for half a step: "See you later, mysterious. I hope it will be a regular tradition to have morning conversations at the showcase."