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love this guy," Cyndi said to her best friend.

    "No, fine, you're not. You're getting coffee. I've got it all set up."

    "You messaged pretending to be me?!"

    "Were you going to do it?"

    "NO, no I was not!"

    "Well then, of course I did. Someone had to."

    "No one had to, I...oh never mind. Fine, what have you done?"

    "Coffee, at CoffeeLlama, tomorrow at four."

    "Four, why four?"

    "So you can segue into dinner, of course."

    "I'm not having dinner with him. The last guy had handcuffs!"

    "Eh, not such a big deal. He didn't put them on you, right? Whatever you say, this is the guy, I'm telling you."

    "Being easy isn't as easy as I thought it would be."

    "You just haven't had a lot of practice, it gets uh, well, you know, easier."

    "Bold words there Gooch, bold words."

    Coffee tomorrow at 4, she wasn't really interested, but what did she have to lose except an hour of her time? She might as well do that as watch TV re-runs.  

    In the meantime she was back at Park Place today, complete with her basket of pumpkin muffins. Kind of theme-y she figured, but worth it. She finished Mrs. Entwhistle's apartment in record time and sat and shared a muffin with her.  

    As she stepped into the elevator she tried to tell herself that she just wanted to get to the penthouse because she enjoyed it so much, and she hoped she could have a little spare time to look out the windows. But she was lying to herself, that feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach was the start of a crush. Which was crazy.

    So, did she have a crush on the apartment? The owner (sight unseen), the what? The view?

    Thinking about it made her head hurt, she leaned her forehead against the cool metal walls of the elevator car. It stopped softly at the top floor and the doors slid open.

    Cyndi stepped out and crossed to the door where she used the keycard to open it. As soon as she was inside the butterfly feeling vanished and it was replaced by a sense of peace. As if she were home.

    Shaking her head to dismiss that bit of craziness she went to the kitchen where she deposited the muffins on the counter.  

    Set out to greet her were a bunch of very ripe bananas, sugar, eggs, vanilla, flour, baking powder and baking soda, a loaf pan and a note.

    Cynderella, I figured if I left everything out for banana bread, then you'd have to clean it all up. And you might as well bake as you put it all in the away, right? I'd love to come home to the smell of banana bread tonight. Here's hoping you'll take pity on a poor hapless bachelor and make this one small wish come true.
    Pearce

    Cyndi smiled as she read the note. She was pretty sure some part of her should be offended, but she wasn't. She had been bringing him baked goods after all, so he wasn't putting her in a mold she hadn't already put herself in.

    She hesitated for just a moment, then set the oven to pre-heat. This was going to be kind of fun. Cyndi opened the tall, wooden, window fronted cabinets and pulled out a mixer and bowl. Then she picked through the drawers until she had a rubber spatula and some measuring cups. The drawers slid open like a dream, so smooth. Not like at her place where she had to yank. Everything matched and appeared almost completely unused.  

    The kitchen had a perfect triangle for cooking, between the fridge, the sink and the ovens. She was in her element.  

    She hummed to herself as she gave the batter a final stir and set the timer on her phone. She set about cleaning the kitchen and wiping down the counters then moved to the other rooms.  

    Before she knew it the bread was done, she set it out to cool and finished cleaning his place. She wiped down the leather furniture in the living room and vacuumed. In the bedroom she freshened the sheets, amazing cotton and so super soft, and then she did the bathrooms. She looked longingly at the shower, after baking, and cleaning two places she could use some cleaning up she was sure.  

    But that would be crazy, that's all