patrick placed his homemade peach crumble in the oven as he hummed to a tune he was working on with a friend. there was someone new moving in across the hall, and he thought he'd greet them with his famous peach dessert.
the tidied up the living room, as sunday's were cleaning day. he flooded blankets, fluffed pillows and vacuumed while waiting for the ding of the oven. he watered the plants and dusted the shelves.
when the oven dinged, the house smelled like peaches and cream. his apartment always smelled nice though. patrick cut up the rest of the peaches, placed them on top of the crumble and smacked on a dollop of whipped cream.
he untied the yellow apron from around his waist and danced his way across the hall in his socks, peach dessert in hand.
he knocked with his foot twice and the door opened to a beautifully tan man with black, soft hair framing his face.
oh boy, this man was hot.
"uh. welcome to the neighborhood! i-i made you some, uh, peach crumble. i promise, it's really yummy." patrick stumbled.
he thought for a second before adding
"you're not allergic to anything, are you?"
the handsome neighbor chuckled and told patrick that he wasn't.
"oh! im patrick by the way! nice to meet you."
"pete" the handsome man smiled, sticking out his hand to shake.
"listen, im having a housewarming party tonight. you should come" said pete.
"ill be there"
part 2?
