Amy was done with organizing the shooting of the video for the first song and she decided it was time she went home to take a rest. Maybe even bake a thing or two. After taking a shower and slipping into home shorts and one of Jeff's baggy T-shirts, she set herself to cook, starting with cookies as she mixed dough for other goodies. Since the kitchen was silent, she decided on her wireless headphones and played some pop music, singing her heart out as she baked. The oven was any baker's dream, classy and fancy as well as easy to use and she couldn't help praising it in her head.
"For my ex, you could keep that nigga." She was singing loudly and when she turned to get sugar, she spotted Jeff leaning on the kitchen door and watching her, his suit on, his hands in his pocket. He looked like the first stop he made was at the kitchen slowly, she dropped her headphones letting it hand from her neck, and bit her lip. Jeff smiled.
