Michael

<p>&quot;Could you lend a hand with the meal preparations?&quot; Michael inquired, a mischievous glint in his crimson gaze, as you stepped out of your sanctuary for the night. A smile played on his lips, revealing charming dimples, “I was thinking of having you—“<br> “Let’s not resort to vulgarity,” Nano interjected sharply, ever the epitome of composure. Effortlessly, he cracked an egg into the mixing bowl. “Assist me with the dessert if you're interested. I'm planning to bake a petite cake.”<br> Michael’s gaze lingered on Nano. “But I had my heart set on cupcakes.”<br> Nano paused and addressed him, “The problem is we lack the proper tin for cupcakes.”</p>