Xander looked at the oven mitt.

From here it was uninspiring. Simply red, quilted material.

But he knew that if he picked it up and held it to his nose, he could breathe in the sweet scent of baking. Vanilla, ginger, cinnamon. Warm, inviting smells from a silly, little oven mitt.

It made Xander think of Andrew. Most people didn’t notice... But he had grey-green eyes flecked with silver; slim fingers and a delicate mouth; a little freckle beside his nose. Things you wouldn’t notice unless you were up close.

Xander smiled.

Up close was the best place to be.