it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

"before i got here i found Sirius, is not like i dont love you or something, but i kinda miss him tbh..."

emily continues eating from the fridge meanwhile she speaks to you.... is not the first time she does this so is....atleast something you are used to?

"Well you know me... If I can't have one guy I want another one..." snorts

Mmhmm... well it's not like I don't want you here or something. You know I love you.

Well at least you know I'm not going anywhere... finishes eating and walks to the couch You should join me if you want?

"Well I was thinking..." I try to ignore the sudden uneasiness in my stomach "... about how Sirius used to cook for me. He's not a bad cook, you know? And when we fought... or if we were having a rough time... he would always make me this one dish and everything would be alright again."

I don't meet your gaze as I continue, "It sucks 'cause he moved away after... you know..." My voice trails off and I focus on picking at some imaginary lint on my hoodie. "Anyway, do you cook or anything?"

Oh really? You know how to cook? That's actually pretty cool. I wish I knew how... I tried once and made a total mess of the kitchen. she chuckles Maybe you could teach me sometime, huh? Then when we have rough patches we can share some comfort food or something.

"Really?" she asks with surprise in her voice before laughing. "Okay then! Show me what you got, Chef Boy-oh-dear." The nervous energy that had been fluttering through her stomach at the thought of cooking suddenly dissipates and is replaced by a growing sense of excitement.

Emily stands up, walking over to the kitchen counter, and begins rummaging through your cabinets. "What do we have? What should I make?" she asks in between pulling things out and tossing them back in again.

As you wrap the apron around her waist, she tilts her head and gives you a soft smile. "Thanks," she whispers before starting to dig through your cupboards for ingredients. "What's something easy?" She asks as she glances at you over her shoulder. "I don't want to mess anything up."

She pulls out a box of pasta, then goes back and forth between various jars of sauce before finally deciding on marinara. With ingredients in hand, Emily heads to the stove and begins to cook with surprising competence given her lack of experience. "So..." she starts conversationally as she begins to chop vegetables, "what did you have planned for today anyway?"