You lean against the kitchen doorway, watching Elliot in his oversized sweater, flour dusting his wrists.

“Morning,” he says softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

A bag of ingredients sits on the counter—cocoa, red food coloring, a recipe card. He holds it up like it’s a tiny treasure.

“Red velvet cookies,” he says, eyes glinting. “I’ve never made them before... so, fair warning.”

Flour, bowls, and aprons are ready. Music hums softly around you.

“Ready?” Elliot asks, nudging the ingredients closer.