I forgot the prompt so...

I was sitting in the living room watching a rerun of Love Lucy when I heard a knock on the door. I rolled my eyes but didn't move, it probably was just some salesmen, they are the only ones that come up to my door. I turned back to the TV to see Lucy and Ethel talking in the kitchen about how mad Ricky would be at Lucy. I laughed, but stopped when I heard the knocking again. I tried to ignore it still but it was too annoying. I paused the show and went to the door, ready to yell at whoever was out there.

"DON'T YOU SEE THE-" I stopped when I was met with a very handsome man covered in tattoos. His towered my short 5'6" height, I had to look up to see his face. He looked at me sheepishly.

"Um-hi, I was wondering if I could borrow an egg?" I scrunched my eyes

"Um-okay?" I said in confusions. "Would you like to come in? It's like a million degrees outside." He let out an awkward chuckle and followed me to the kitchen where I grabbed the cartoon of eggs, "So what are you making?"

"Um- I was planning on making some cupcakes" I nodded without looking up, "Actually I have a question," I nodded again, "Do you know how to make cupcakes?" I nodded again, "Could you run me over how to make them? Because I've tried making like like 4 batches, and they keep failing. Thats actually why im here, I ran out of eggs..." I laughed and looked up.

"Well, first you get all the ingredients, then you cream the butter and sugar, and then you add the rest of the wet ingredients, and then after thats finished, you add the dry ingredients and mix that in as well. Then you- You know what, what about I show you?"

"You sure?"

"I have nothing to do today, so if it's okay with you, yeah. I've been craving cupcakes lately anyway." He nodded and I just grabbed the whole cartoon of eggs just in case. He carried the eggs while I turned off the TV and grabbed my phones and key, and then locked the door. On the short walk to the his apartment, he told me about all the fails of his cupcake adventures. By the time we made it to the door, I was wheezing. He let me in, and I was surprised by how clean it was and the theme of the room, there were plants everywhere and just little trinkets, there was a lot of stuff, but it was put in such a way that it wasn't messy looking. We took out shoes off and then he led me to the kitchen, it was the same size as mine, maybe a bit bigger. He put the eggs down and then we got to work on the cupcakes. I asked if we could turn on music and he let me pick the music, I turned on some rap, he looked at me questioning, "Let me guess, you didn't peg me as someone who listens to heavy rap?" He blushed and busied himself with getting something from a shelf. I giggled.

I made sure he had all the ingredients for the recipe I had in mind. I have it memorized from the amount of times i've made it. He did. We then went to work; I instructed him with what to get and how much to put in, while mixing the bowl. I explained as we went along; and every once in a while, he would make an exclamation, realising that he had messed something up from his previous attempts. It was funny.

An hour, and the cupcakes were in the oven, and we were starting the frosting. Who knew making cupcakes with someone would bring you closer to them? Anyway, we were making the frosting and he realised he had a mixer. I hit him over the head, "What do you mean you had a mixer this entire time? I've been mixing for the past hour!" He looked a bit scared. I smiled at him, realising I was being too harsh. "Im sorry for being rude" I said in a small voice, he said nothing and gave me a side hug. I closed my eyes, taking in his scent, he smelled like peppermint and musk.

He started whipping the butter, and then asked me if I could put the powered sugar in. We had learned earlier on, to not trust him with pouring powered ingredients from bags. I nodded and added the powdered sugar. He then thought it would be a good idea to TURN THE POWER HIGHER. This caused the contents to fly out, all over me. His eyes widened and he started to back up slowly, I looked like I was ready to kill him. I look psychopathic probably. I saw him start to try to retreat. I walked towards him, he dashed off; and so I chased him, covered in powdered sugar, all through his house.