He placed his hands cheekily onto my bum, as I straightened my legs.

"We should stop here, save it for your home." I note to him, he pouts and I stick my tongue out.

I then grabbed my bag and ran downstairs.

To be greeted by Nala, and the smell of pancakes.

"I saw your Instagram post." Zoe grinned, I just laughed, going over to help her out.

"It's fine." She exclaims, I shook my head flipping the pan perfectly.

"How can you do that without the pancake falling on the floor?" Zoe asked, I just simply shrugged to answer.