The kitchen is a mess.

I am baking us cupcakes. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting – probably my all time favourite. Maybe it’s the name.

I am covered in ingredients, I smell of vanilla.

I frown when the butter does not mix smoothly with the rest, and I know I have not let it sit out for long enough.

You are quick, and I am distracted. It is a moment before I realise you have planted a kiss on my cheek.

I spin on my heels to look for you. You are no where to be found.

I press my fingers to the spot your lips touched my skin. I blush and hide a smile. I look for you again.

I leave a trail of cupcakes for you, like breadcrumbs for a sparrow, hoping you’ll return on the breeze.