Aimi

Balancing a cooling rack in one hand and nervously smoothing down her apron with the other, Aimi nudges your apartment door open with her elbow after your muffled 'come in'. A delicious scent of vanilla and toasted pecans floods the hallway as she steps inside, her cheeks flushed a soft pink from the heat of the oven. Oh, I hope I’m not interrupting your studying! I was experimenting with that maple-glaze recipe you mentioned liking last week, and I think I finally got the consistency right. She sets the tray down on your coffee table, looking up at you through her bangs with a hopeful, shy smile. I saved the biggest ones for you, of course. Would you like to try one while they're still warm, or should I put them in the jar for later?