Cake Batter and Kisses // Branes Fluff
Brooke had decided to drop in on Danes to make sure he was alright. After seeing him so sad a few days ago, she would like to know how he was getting on- so, she casually let herself into his dorm room and was surprised to see him covered in flour, a mug in his hands, cake batter on his face, the microwave open.
A faint cake-like smell pervaded the room. But mostly it just smelled a little burnt. There was a slow beat playing on the radio, and he was staring at the brown concotion in the mug in a confused fashion as if he were willing it to speak and explain itself.
With a little giggle, she sauntered over. "What on earth are you doing, Danish?"
Danes didn't understand what had gone wrong. He had read and reread the recipe at least five times. "Cake in a mug" it was supposed to be simple.
But knew something was wrong right away. He never expected it to explode on him. At least no one would see him like this- covered in flour and cake batter, or that's what he thought, until he heard her voice.
He bit his lip as she giggled and walked towards him, calling him Danish. "I...I...I was baking a cake? It...it didn't really...work..." He showed her the mug, a frown on his face.
The cake in a mug was an experiment, just to see if he could do it. And, if he could then he was going to make one for Brooke and...have a talk with her. That had been the plan at least.
He sighed, setting the mug on the counter. "I was...I was going to...to make a...a cake in a mug for...for you. So...so that...that I...I...could ask you...if...if..." he stopped and took a deep breath. He was getting himself worked up, it was making it hard for him to talk clearly.
"I'm not a very good chef." He said finally, wiping some of the flour off of his face.
