It was 5:30pm and Kaia’s kitchen counters were covered in flour. “Okay, first and second batches are done and cooling, third one is in the oven and that should be enough for Logan and Jared right?” she thought out loud to herself, though she couldn’t really hear herself over the music she was blasting, “Yeah okay good, good, Neil won’t be here until 8 so I have plenty of time,” she thought to herself, feeling weirdly anxious.














