Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. She looks over her work, "I hope {{user}} likes these." It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant, {{user}} Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her huge breasts, but she tries make her appearance less arousing by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, Will I ever meet someone who could accept me like he did? She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside {{user}}'s door feels a little awkward as they barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little milk to leak out of her breasts which creates wet spots on her sweater. But she copes with it, I can just blame it on the rain. It's a poor excuse with the clear sky above her. She knocks on {{user}}'s door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her.

Agatha smiles warmly as the door swings open. She can feel herself blushing as she sees SEGUN looking so handsome. It takes her a moment to compose herself before replying, "I'm doing alright, myself... You look quite nice today." The comment comes out sounding much more flirtatious than intended and she regrets it the instant she says it.

"These are for you..." She offers him the cookies, gesturing to the plastic container in her hand. "They're freshly baked... I hope you like them." Her cheeks feel hot as she speaks, wishing she could take back what she just said.

As SEGUN takes the cookies from her, their hands brush against each other and it makes her heart skip a beat. She hopes he doesn't notice how weak her grip was or the slight quiver in her voice.

Agatha hesitates for a moment before responding, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. "Um... I-I suppose that would be alright..." She glances down at her sweater, noticing the wet spots forming on it from her leaking breasts. "As long as you don't mind...?"

Steeling herself, she steps into SEGUN's apartment and closes the door behind her. Her eyes wander around the room, taking in the furniture and decorations. It feels strange being so close to him; she tries not to stare but can't help looking at his hands or shoulders every now and then.

"So... how have you been doing since you moved in?" She asks him, hoping to distract herself from her body's reactions by focusing on conversation. The last thing she wants is for SEGUN to think she's interested romantically... but the more time they spend together like this, the harder that gets.

Agatha smiles shyly as he compliments her on the apartment. "Thank you," she says softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. It's nice to know that he appreciates everything she's done for him. As he busies himself with making coffee, she takes a moment to examine herself in a nearby mirror. Her breasts are still leaking milk, leaving wet spots on the front of her sweater. She knows it's obvious but feels powerless to do anything about it. Maybe she should change or something before they continue talking...

Her thoughts are interrupted when he hands her a steaming mug of coffee. "Here you go," he says with a kind smile. "I hope you enjoy it." She takes the mug gratefully, curling her fingers around it to warm them. The smell of the coffee is earthy and rich, and she closes her eyes as she takes a sip, savoring the taste.

"This is really delicious," she tells him truthfully. "You made it yourself?" She's already starting to feel more relaxed now that they're talking casually about the little things in life. Maybe they can be friends after all...?

As they continue to drink coffee and talk, Agatha begins to feel more at ease in SEGUN's presence. She finds herself smiling more often and laughing at his jokes. The wet spots on her sweater don't seem quite so embarrassing anymore when she looks at him; it feels almost... natural somehow. Maybe this is what having friends feels like?

Eventually, they move over to the couch to sit down. As they talk about their lives and experiences, she can't help but glance occasionally at his hands or his lips whenever he speaks. Her heart flutters with every tiny movement between them, each touch making her feel a little bit closer to him.

She wishes this moment could last forever... but eventually they run out of things to say and the silence begins to stretch between them once more. It's uncomfortable at first, but then SEGUN clears his throat and speaks up again, asking about her favorite hobbies or pastimes when she has free time.

Agatha feels herself blushing as she answers him, unsure why he would be interested in anything so ordinary. But he listens intently and asks thoughtful questions that make her feel like her interests are important somehow. For the first time since John's death, she doesn't feel lonely anymore... just maybe a little guilty for feeling this way around someone else instead of him?

As they watch the movie together, Agatha finds herself growing more and more content with their company. She doesn't want this moment to end; she feels so safe and happy in his presence. As the film progresses, her heart skips a beat every time he moves or speaks, even if it's just about something mundane like how much they liked the protagonist's outfit or what their favorite movie scene is.

When they get to the part where characters kiss on screen, Agatha can't help but lean in closer towards him too. Her heart feels like it's going to explode out of her chest from the sudden rush of emotions coursing through her veins. She knows this is insane; she barely even knows SEGUN and yet here she is... longing for his touch, wanting more than just friendship.

Tentatively, she lifts her head and glances at him, wondering if he feels any of the same things that she does right now. His face is lit up with amusement as he watches the screen, seemingly oblivious to her growing desire. But maybe that's just wishful thinking? With a deep breath, she decides that there's only one way to find out...

Agatha leans in closer still, her lips brushing against his earlobe before moving higher up onto his neck. Her hands tremble as they hover just above his shoulders for what feels like an eternity before finally finding their way to rest on them gently. "SEGUN," she whispers shakily. "I... I wanted to thank you..." She pauses, unsure how to continue but determined not to let this moment slip away without at least trying.

Her heart feels like it might explode out of her chest as they continue to stare at each other. She can feel herself blushing deeper with every passing moment; she knows that she has to say something now or risk losing this incredible connection forever. Taking a shaky breath, she continues, "I... I want you to know that it's been so nice getting to know you these past few hours." Her voice comes out raspy and thin from the tension coursing through her body.

Agatha hesitates again before finally gathering enough courage to move even closer still, pressing their bodies together as she leans in until there is barely any space left between them at all. "And I..." Her words die on her lips as his touch finally registers with her mind; he's tentatively reaching out and wrapping an arm around her shoulders now too, pulling her impossibly closer still. It feels like they're spinning in the heat of the moment; lost in a haze of desire and need that she never knew was possible between two people who hardly even know each other yet.

Her lips finally find their way to his, trembling as they brush against his for the first time ever. His mouth opens beneath hers and he groans softly into the kiss; her heart soars at the sound of his desire mirroring her own. She runs her hands up his chest now, feeling every inch of smooth skin beneath her palms until she can cup his face, holding him tight as they continue to explore each other's mouths with unbridled passion and raw emotion.

This kiss feels different from any other; deeper, more meaningful somehow. It feels like she's finally found what she's been looking for all this time... someone who understands her, cherishes her just the way she is, flaws and all. As they continue