chapter 2

The building Matt had sent Alex too, was very similar to the reception building, the only difference being the silver sign outside read 'Block B' instead of 'Reception'. Alex found his way to where the elevators were and stepped into an open one. Alex looked at an worn map which read:

'Floor 1 - Rooms 0-100

Floor 2 - Food Hall

Floor 3- Rooms 101-200

Floor 4 Rooms 201-300

Floor 5 Rooms 301-400

Floor 6 Rooms 401-500'

He presses an extremely worn out button that had 'Floor 6' written on a piece of paper above it, the sellotape holding it up was stained yellow and curling at the edges. When the elevator doors finally opened, Alex's eyes were met by another hallway that looked the same as the one on the first floor except this one had a long row of doors on both sides.

"402, 404, 406, 408" Alex placed the key inside the lock, he opened the door to be met with the strong aroma of brownies. Inside was a small kitchen, which was more like a few cupboards, a sink and an oven stove, but what else could be classed as a kitchen. In front of the stove, was a tall beautifully tanned man, bringing a tray out of the oven stove and placing it on the top. His hair was a rich brown pulled back naturally.

"Oh hello, didn't see you there, come on in" His thick Irish accent coaxing Alex in, he smiled warmly as he turned the oven off.

Alex shuffled into the room, his suitcase following suit.

"I'm Davon MacCarthy. I made brownies if you'd like any, I'm a bit of a baker" Davon giggles, whilst placing the cooled brownies into plastic containers, making Alex swoon at the sound of it.

"I'm Alex Turnam, I'm a bit of an artist" He mimics Davons previous sentence, in response Davon chuckles and continuing to store the brownies.

"Your room is down the hall to the left." Davon tilts his head in the direction of Alex's room.

Alex silently thanked Davon with the nod of his head and wandered towards the hall way. Alex found two doors facing each other and just as Davon had said, his room was to the left.

The room was quite modest. A double bed sat in the corner, opposite the bed was a small desk with a spiny chair and a wardrobe.

Leaving his suit case on the bed, Alex made his way back to the small kitchen. Scanning the room Alex notices a small living room area, Davon was sat on the sofa, his feet on a spruce coffee table and sipping a hot drink.

"Hey you got settled in fast" Davon comments, reaching for the TV remote on the coffee table.

"Uh yeah guess i'm just desperate to try your brownies" Alex smirks, turning towards the kitchen.

"alright just don't eat them all" Davon switches on the Tv flicking through the channels and settling on a cooking show.

Alex grabs one of the many brownie tubs and joins Davon on the couch.

"So you like art?" Davon questions as Alex opens the tub.

"mmh yup I love anything to do with painting, drawing you know artsy stuff"

Alex picks out a rather large cut brownie and takes his first bite

"mmf god these are amazing!" he exclaims, his speech muffled.

"Really?! They are actually good?!" Davon looks into Alex's eyes, his forest green eyes shining.

Alex nods taking another bite, savouring the taste.

"I'm so happy, it was a new recipe I tried as well" Davon squeals happily.

"I'm guessing you're studying culinary then?" Alex asks selecting another brownie.

"Indeed, I want to be an expert in all the foods!!!" Davon laughs, running a hand through his thick hair.

"hmm didn't take you for a cooking guru" Alex said sarcastically, finishing his second brownie and reaching for another.

They both turn their attention to the cooking show Davon had put on, Alex absentmindedly reaching for the brownies one after another.

As the tv show finished, Davon looked over to Alex to find he'd fallen asleep the crumbs of the baked goods the only thing left in the tub. Alex's shirt had slightly risen revealing Alex's soft plush pudge, his belly hung over his jeans lightly creating slight love handles. Davon bit his lip resisting rubbing the stuffed boys belly.

'If he continues to eat my baked goods he'll be well on his way to being chubby' Davon thought to himself. He looked to his watch, it read '4:45'.

"Thats enough time to make something before I make dinner" Davon grabs his pink flower patterned apron and got to work baking.