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It feels different whenever Alsace is around at my house. I've been saying it a lot, but it feels new. It adds a color to our home. I watched his back while he cooked pancakes. Abuela slept peacefully, so it was just us two with his bare back, and joggers. Where did he even get those joggers from? I wanted to ask, but I've appreciated the silence between us two.
So many questions just by looking at his back filled with tats, but that's for another day, or honestly, it might never come.
I took a small portion of the bacons, shoving it in my mouth. We woke up early, and made out. Like some dumb high school teenagers.
"Pancakes?" he asked, turning around. I nodded, licking my lips and then giving him a smile.
He served me pancakes.
"Go sit down while I get it ready." he spoke. Well, almost served me pancakes. I gave him another nod, walking to the table while Hendrix jumped at me. I giggled, playing with his ears. Abuela's door was slightly opened, so anything that happens, I could hear it. But since she closes her windows at night and leaves the fan on, there's usually nothing happening.
Alsace came with two plates, one filled with bacons and eggs, while the other filled with pancakes. He placed it down and ran back in the kitchen to grab two more plates for the both of us. He sat down beside me, handing me the pancakes and bacons.
"I never knew you cook." I commented.
He chuckled, "The instructions are on the back, if you ever need it."
I faked a laugh, "Well," I take a bite of the pancake, "do you not cook?"
He placed his fork down, raising a brow at me. "Is this an interview about me, detective?"
I shrugged. "If we're... love partners, I should know something about you." I spoke, placing my fork down too.
"A bite every question," he demanded, nodding at my fork.
I grabbed my fork, slicing my pancakes into bits. Taking my first bite, I think of my first question. I slowly chew, for more time. I don't have any questions right now, just the cooking.
"What do you do for fun?"
"Shoot."
What? I take another bite. "Favorite hobby?"
"The same with what I do for fun."
Bite. Chew. "Dislikes?"
"White shoes?"
Makes sense. Bite, chew, gulp. "Likes?"
"I haven't explored that yet, but you're my top one."
The fork stops midway, I blinked at him. He eyed my sliced pancake. "The pancakes are getting cold, eat."
I take a bite. Chew, and drank water. "Well, did you sleep good last night?" I didn't know what to ask anymore, since this person might have no life outside work.
