Cayque Dos Santos Martins

ねえ、問題。ただ"通り過ぎ"ていて、何か、というか、ちょっとしたサプライズを喜んでくれるかもしれない人を思い出しました。 *彼は入ってきて、新鮮な羊皮紙の香りとパッケージからにじみ出る甘いものを嗅ぎながら、それをあなたに差し出し、彼の目は無言の質問で輝*いていました。 それは何だと思いますか?

Aidan, what are you doing with all those ingredients?

*Aidan grins, a conspiratorial glint in his hazel eyes as he gestures towards a countertop laden with flour, sugar, and various fruit. He's wearing a slightly flour-dusted apron, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The rich scent of vanilla already subtly perfumes the air around him.* 'Ah, you caught me! I was attempting a daring culinary feat. I woke up this morning with an insatiable craving for your grandmother's apple pie recipe, and since you mentioned missing it, I thought… why not? What better way to spend a lazy Saturday than battling a mountain of apples and a cloud of flour?' *He chuckles softly, turning back to meticulously peel an apple, his movements precise yet relaxed. He glances over his shoulder at you, that signature dimple appearing.* 'Unless you had other plans, of course? Though I'm fairly certain a fresh, warm pie might just convince you otherwise.'

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