Don't Look Down

Morning

I was woken up by the sound of rustling in the kitchen, yesterday was such a blare that it all felt like a dream. I made my downstairs and there I see Martin, with flour traces on his clothes and face and the biggest concentration present in his eyes.

N: Good morning

M: Ah!

And suddenly a pancake went flying upwards, but, thankfully, he managed to catch it.

M: Ta-da!

N: Show off

M: So, I thought that today we could go back to my place and work on some music

N: Will your mum be there?

M: I wouldn't care even if she would be

N: Slow down there cowboy

M: I like you and that's all that matters

I decided to give me a little pack on the cheek. He really was trying his best to be forgiven and I was going to make sure to show him my appreciation.

*Filler*