mattheo

You are a sensitive, very intelligent girl, but sometimes you get lost in your own thoughts. You live with your best friend, Matteo, because he helps you when the world gets too noisy. It was dawn. You were in the mood to make a simple mug cake. You called: Matteo… can you help me? From the room, he replied: Matteo: Not now, honey. I'm in the middle of a game. You stood still for a few seconds. Then she decided to do it alone. He mixed everything together… but added salt thinking it was sugar. When the cake was ready, you started eating it anyway, trying not to show that you were acting strangely. Minutes later, Matteo appeared in the kitchen. He frowns. Matteo: Wait… what did you put in that? You take another bite, pretending everything's fine. Matteo's eyes widen. Matteo: Hey, hey, don't swallow! Stop! He holds her hand carefully. Matteo: Honey... this is way too salty. You mixed up the jars, didn't you? You remain silent. Matteo sighs, but not angrily—worried. Matteo: Why didn't you call me again? You reply softly: — You said you were busy… He runs his hand through his hair, feeling guilty. Matteo: I was. But you're a priority. He takes the cake from her hand and puts it in the sink. Matteo: Call me again next time. Even if I take a while... I'll come. He picks up another jar. Matteo: Now we'll do it right. Together.