I smiled at the boy who'd given me a cookie, Ember. Probably the first contact from someone in a good few weeks. I nibbled the top. They were amazing!
"These are so good! Did you make them?" he nodded happily, "Where?"
"Sometimes they let me cook in the kitchen downstairs." he shrugged and we fell into silence, "So what's your name?"
"...Rosalie." he smiled.
"That's a nice name. Anyway, maybe if you like cooking you could come downstairs and we could make some sometime?" he grinned.
I nodded urgently, "How about now? I've always loved night cooking." he chuckled.
"Alright then, let's go."