Author's note:
I hope you like this! This is like "I'm a mess in the kitchen, please help me" thing I posted in tumblr. Enjoy it! (Also you decided where they are cause seriously, what kitchen can they use?)
Lucas looked down upon himself. His jeans were covered in flour along with his shirt. And his hands were all sticky with even more flour and water.
"Ughh! How is this not working!?" he yelled.
"Whatcha doing there Huckleberry?" Lucas stood up, a little bit frightened by that voice behind him. He turned around, somehow trying to cover the mess left in the counter.
"Hey Maya!" he greeted with the best smile he could give her. Maya chuckled at his nervous attitude. She peeked behind him, only to chuckle at the mess.
"What? Did I interrupt a battle between the flour and the cowboy?" Lucas rolled his eyes.
"I was trying to bake a cake, okay. And things just went wrong." Maya snickered.
"No kidding! Why were you even trying to bake a cake?" the blonde hesitated a couple of seconds,
"Actually don't answer that, I don't really care." Lucas sighed, starting to wipe the counter with a wet cloth that was laying nearby.
"You are just gonna give up Ranger Rick?" Lucas perked up.
"Well-" before he could respond, Maya was already trying an apron around her waist and putting her long curls on a pony tail.
"I'll help you but-"
"There's always a but, ain't it?" Lucas interrupted, Maya just smirked.
"There is. I just want a piece of that cake." Lucas pondered for a second, then without doubting he nodded.
"And we are done! Now we just gotta let it sit on the oven for a while. Let's start cleaning up," Maya stated. Lucas could hardly believe how fast she did it. Is like her brain had engraved the recipe. Her hands perfectly cracked the eggs while at the same time she could mix the ingredients quickly.
They both began to wipe the counter, which had spots covered in flour. It took them about 15 minutes to get it all done, plus some other five to get themselves cleaned.
Maya took off the apron and neatly folded it. Lucas couldn't help but stare at the girl before him. Her curls falling on her face and her hands moving so gracefully against the apron. Her lips sere slightly opened and her blue eyes were still shinning. He only snapped off after the girl turned around. She shook the remaining dust of her jeans then looked at him.
"Do I have any flour on me?" she asked. He smirked once he noticed one spot.
"You do. Let me help you," and without waiting for her reply, he leaned forward and planted a small soft kiss on her lips.