Of course, Aleksandr liked cookies. But, was not about to admit how much he loved them. He would love to make cookies, more than Nadia would know. Knowing the labor behind making cookies seemed so . . For a lack of a better word he thought to himself [i]ominous[/i]. They could not be so that hard either, they were small little things. .

"I do like cookies," Aleksandr said, smiling down at Nadia, the best he could. The small girl had such soft hands. It was hard to believe she had been cooking for so long. He almost wanted to dare himself to do something to flirt with her, again, but he refrained. The alone time seemed so. . [i]perfect[/i] he thought to himself.

There was no Erik, no Tear, no Father. . He found himself hoping cookies weren't too easy to make, so their time spent together cooking would be prolonged.