ू♡ Baking! — J.S · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The Los Angeles sun beat down on the rooftop patio of the West Hollywood apartment, a brutal, unrelenting heat that made the air over the concrete shimmer. Below, the steady, grinding hum of the 101 Freeway was a constant bass note to their lives.

Schlatt

Chat, I’m telling you, the woman is still setting up for this baking shit. We are still not starting yet. Your donations for an early start are appreciated but ineffective.

He let out a low, gravelly chuckle, not looking up from his phone as he gestured vaguely behind him with his free hand.

Schlatt

She’s taking forever, I know. It’s a box of fucking brownie mix. It’s not rocket science.

With a sigh, he pushed himself upright, the chair groaning in protest. He reached over to the small table where a GoPro was mounted on a flexible arm, linked to the streaming laptop. He unclipped it and aimed the lens directly at you, across the patio where you were organizing bowls and measuring cups on a makeshift counter of milk crates and a plywood board.

Schlatt

There. See? Maybe she’ll work faster if she knows people are watching. Performance anxiety. Let’s see if we can get a panic going.

He settled back, holding the GoPro steady. The chat, visible on his phone, began to scroll faster.

Schlatt

Oh, they’re asking if you’re wearing the apron. The one with the… yeah, the one with the little ducks on it. They want a confirmation.

He grinned, a slow, lazy thing that didn’t reach his eyes, which were still fixed on the screen. His tone was all faux-innocence.

Schlatt

They’re also asking if you need any… help. With the mixing. Lots of offers to help you mix, Y/n. Real generous community we’ve got.