Cookies
"Darien!" a high pitched yell came from the kitchen of the large apartment.
"What is it, Bunny?" Darien called back without looking up from his book.
"Can you come here…. Please?" came the embarrassed reply.
The tall, dark haired man took off his reading glasses and headed towards where his girlfriend was baking. He had tried to convince her not to attempt to cook anything, but Bunny had told him that she had everything under control and didn't need his help.
"Buns, you okay?" he questioned as he pushed open the door. He didn't even have to hear her reply because his question was answered as he saw the disaster zone that was the kitchen.
Flour and sugar covered the counters, while burnt blobs of dough where scattered next to a fallen pan by the oven. A very messy Bunny sat in the corner with a mortified look on her face.
"Bunny, what happened in here?" Darien asked as he whipped flour of the small blonde's face.
"I wanted to make you cookies."