open: m/f/nb single parent ( @indiestarter ) muse: april marchant (30, she/her, baker/florist, pansexual) plot: neighbours meeting for the first time. no specific inspo, i just think this would be cute.
april was trying to sleep. or she had been trying to sleep about an hour ago. now, she was baking in the early hours of the morning because she couldn’t sleep. she had hoped that doing something would tire her out enough to actually fall asleep despite the crying baby next door. damn these thin walls. she knew that as soon as she could afford a better place, thicker walls would be on her list of requirements. as she put the cooled cookies into tupperware, she picked one up to try. they were delicious, of course. april closed her eyes as she savoured the chocolatey flavour. her pleasure was interrupted. the crying got louder. it appeared the baby had been brought out into the corridor. enough was enough. april was not someone who kicked up a fuss but this was too much. she turned the oven off and made her way to the door of her apartment, cookie still in hand, throwing it open and opening her mouth to say her piece. then she was stopped by what she saw. a person with very dark circles under their eyes, someone very clearly struggling with a crying baby in their arms. they made eye contact and every drop of annoyance flooded out of her. this person needed help so instead, she smiled, almost apologetically, "cookie?"
