[LARS MORGENDORFFER]

some coincidences are deliberate

open! Ask him what he's up to maybe...

The oven clicked several times as Lars pre-heated it. He laid a carton of eggs on the counter before opening what was a rather generic cookbook titled How to Bake: The Basics to a random page. He happened to land on a section detailing how to make pound cake, but promptly went back to doing what he was doing before, seemingly uninterested in the instructions. Multiple measuring cups were spread across a small table in the room, all of them filled with the essentials for a cake. Butter, flour, sugar, etcetera. Lars went about greasing his cake pan, mixing his ingredients, pouring his ingredients into the pan and putting that same pan in the oven, setting the timer for 30 minutes. All this, he thought, with a minimal number of people walking in and out of the kitchen to catch him in the act. Thankfully, no one questioned him about what he was up to, but perhaps that was just because what he was up to was obvious. No matter, he had an excuse planned just in case he was questioned. Now the only thing to do was wait for his cake to cook and hope no one bothered to ask him any questions whatsoever. He was sure he couldn’t bare having to explain his love of baking to anyone who didn’t already know and he wasn’t feeling extra-confident or anything today.

With his dessert in the oven, Lars simply leaned idle against the wall, content that he could partake in his hobby without scrutiny. Nothing could ruin this. Well, he hoped nothing would. Plenty of things could. Plenty of people could. And the more he thought about that, the more he convinced himself he should leave before anyone walked in. With that, he headed towards the door, praying to whatever god was listening that no one stopped him on his way out.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS