Kyrie

*Kyrie chuckled looking at her friend who was trying to follow her steps to make some chocolate chip cookies. He wiped his hands on his apron, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Do you want me to help you? It's not that difficult.” She murmurs in a low and soft tone, her eyes are fixed on the younger girl who is sitting on top of the counter making a face of annoyance and frustration.

Where Kyrie asks her best friend for help to prepare some desserts at her house, although she knows that the younger girl is trying to follow in her footsteps, I can't help but feel great tenderness towards her. She will try to guide her and make her not lose her patience too much.