The teenager with a scar on his right eyebrow poured the baking mix in the bowl, sighing. His teacher was quietly watching all of them, not needing to instruct as they were all knowing what they were doing by now. It was a warm-up; nothing more. Baking cupcakes was something that Richard found was simple to make.
Most of the time he would give them to his best friend, Charles, who enjoyed them greatly. He always smiled, taking the small batch as he said a small 'thank you'. Before eating one himself, Charles would offer one to his friend, getting the same response each time. 'No thanks.'
Richard couldn't help but admit that he developed a crush on the small guy. He would smile at the very thought of him, talking to him was like it would be the last time, his adorable grin when Richard showed him his cat, when his eyes sparkled when trying something new from his cooking class, and when Charles would attend to his wounds from getting into fights with other boys.
He pushes the batch into the oven, shaking his head.