Chloe handed Nova a plate with a neatly arranged stack of warm, freshly baked cookies. "Here, take these to Bentley," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Nova looked puzzled. "Why do I need to give these to him? Is this necessary?"
Chloe rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes. You promised him the first batch, remember? Besides, it’s a good excuse for you to see him again."
"And who told you I wanna see him again, Chloe?"
Chloe responded with her eyes.
Nova sighed, taking the plate reluctantly. "Fine, you win. I'll give him the cookies."
Chloe grinned. "Good. Now go on, before they get really cold. It's more enjoyable when it's warm."
With a resigned shake of her head, Nova made her way to Bentley’s room. As she approached, she felt a slight nervous flutter in her stomach. Taking a
