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Doniya was just starting to relax when she had offered her friend of a while, Louis, some cookies. Why had she done that? Probably since she knew that she’d have to get up sometime, and she might as well do it now since she had the excuse to do so. Groaning as she did so, the brunette pulled herself off of the couch and turned off the random television show that she was watching. Barely paying any attention to it, all she caught of it was some guy who was in the FBI had killed himself and it was an investigation. She could care less about it since it wasn’t Criminal Minds, which was her favorite all-time show. Getting off of the couch, Doniya stretched a bit and made her way into the kitchen. Baking was her favorite past time, but she just hated the start of it: getting the ingredients together, preheating the oven, waiting forever and an hour for it to finally heat up. It was something that she wish that she could definitely speed up in the entire process. Washing her hands for a minute or two, Doniya got to work on the cookie dough, making it completely from scratch. Preheating the oven and finally setting the large tray full of cookies in the oven, the brunette decided to clean up around her apartment. She had always been a pretty clean person, but lately, most of her days were spent on the couch while watching television or movies. Personally, she’d rather be out in the working field and making somewhat of a living here while being in London, but most of the places that she had applied for had yet to call her back.

Helping get her mind off of it, the sweet aroma of the chocolate chip cookies were starting to fill the entire apartment. It took Doniya all of her might not to simply reach in and get her a few cookies herself. There were about two dozen cookies in there, so she could only hope that he’d share at least one with her. Smiling at the thought, the young girl made her way up to her room and thought that she should might as well clean it too, even though there wasn’t much to be tampered with in the twin bedroom. Taking her mind away from her already-clean room, Doniya heard the small beep from the kitchen back downstairs, notifying her that the cookies were done. Racing down the wooden steps, she made her way past the island table and chairs, and into the kitchen, where the smell of the cookies were lightening her sense of smell. Putting on some old potholders that her mum had lent to her, she carefully took the dark golden brown cookies from the oven and on top of the even. Trying to be sneaky - even if no one was in the apartment with her, Doniya quickly placed one hot cookie onto a napkin and took a quick bite of it. The taste of it was so delicious; she had to remind herself to make cookies from scratch again. While the cookies started to cool off, Doniya started to place each cookie inside of a cookie container that she had bought a few years back.