He stood there listening to your singing, it was music to his ears. He couldn't help but smile, your voice was so beautiful to him. He was wearing a white t shirt with black baggy shorts (basic mf ik), but it's not like he was going anywhere. Anyway, this airhead got the great idea to sneak up behind you. He slowly yet sneakily snuck up next to you, leaning on the counter. 'Gooooood morning, roomy! What are ya making?' He had that stupid smug smirk on his face, looking at you.
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