**Momo worked the** dough between her hands, back and forth. Feeling the way it expanded and contracted to her whim, flour couting the counter and her hands. It was a repetitive and calming motion.

The sun peaking through the windows, illuminating her workspace as her entire mind could drift away as she worked.

Baking was her favorite passtime, it allowed her mind to clear. Gave her the ability to melt away from her responsibilities for a moment. And the best part, at the end she had something tasty to eat.

Usually this was an activity she did on her own, maybe she’d play some music on her phone and ignore anyone that tried to talk to her. But today she had a partner in her endeavor. Her shoulder occasionally brushing against her’s.

They had teamed up to make enough bread for every student in 1A, especially considering some of them were vacuums when it came to food.

“Thanks for helping me” she said warmly, her voice similar to one of a mother’s praising her children.

She always had that sort of motherly attitude to her.