May I Please Borrow Some Sugar? || √

3.1

Blair's POV:

The first thing I notice when I open the door is his ocean blue eyes swirling in confusion.

Well I guess that's what happens when you suddenly slam the door in someone's face.

"Sorry about that, there was um a fly," I attempt to provide a believable reason, fully knowing that I absolutely suck at lying, unless it comes to work.

"That's okay, I'm Parker."

Peter Parker?

Oh shut it.

"Blair, nice to meet you," I smile.

Did he come all the way to introduce himself?

You idiot, that's what neighbors do.

Right.

That's when I notice the bowl in his hands.

He must have seen me looking at it as he replies, "I was hoping if I could borrow some sugar? I'm all out."

Sugar?

Yeah the sweet grains.

What?

Nevermind.

"I barely cook so I'm gonna have to search, you can come inside though,"I say as I open the door further.

He nods and steps inside while I head to my kitchen.

Sugar, sugar, where are you?

I ponder and then decide to look in my cupboards.

It must be in one of them right?

"Aha!"I grin as I find it.

When did I even buy this?

Why did I even buy this?

"Here you go Parker,"I smile and pass it to him.

"Thank you,"He grins.

"Do you like cooking?"I ask.

"Yeah, I'm actually a chef at the restaurant down the street,"He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

How does one manage to look so cute while being embarrassed?

"Oh wow, I can't cook for shit."

He chuckles and then it's like time stops because we don't say anything.

Oh wow that's awkward.

"I should get going,"He says and begins to walk.

"Oh wait!" I exclaim as a crazy idea pops into my head.

"If it's not too much to ask, could you maybe teach me to cook or bake something sometime?" I ask, playing with the ring on my finger.

More so because um I just don't want him to leave just yet?

"Oh yeah definitely, actually I'm making chocolate chip cookies right now, you wanna come?"