Anomaly (Miguel O'Hara x reader)

Pilot

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I stand still, staring at him.

This man is UNHINGED when he's out of work.

I ignore what he just said and walk around the house a bit. Inspecting everything.

It's awfully neat. Everything is perfectly in place, not a spec of dust anywhere.

It's also weirdly impersonal. There's not a single photograph, no personal items, trinkets, souvenirs. Nothing. It feels like I stepped into an AirBnB or one of those pilot apartments that are shown to everyone interested to purchase one in a new building.

"Hm" I hum to myself as I walk back around to where Miguel is, standing behind him.

"What are you making?" I ask curiously, peeking around him at the pan.

"Chilaquiles" he says casually, like everyone totally knows what that is.

"Uh... cool?" I look back as what he's doing and try to identify the ingredients.

I spot chicken, something I assume are tortillas, a jar of green sauce and a block of cheese. He's combining the ingredients into a pan.

"It's a Mexican dish, I had some salsa verde in the fridge and some leftover chicken so I figured this would be the fastest thing I could make other than tacos." He explains.

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I say nothing, just continue to watch him cook whatever the hell he's cooking.

When he's done, we're left with a pan of a pie-looking thing with grilled cheese on top. I have no idea how he got to that but it looks and smells delicious.

He grabs two plates and a spatula, cutting into the pan and serving us both a portion. Then, he walks over to a small dining table next to the window and sets down the plates, along with some cutlery, two glasses of water, and a bottle of tequila.

If he eats like this every day I'm gonna be coming over for lunch more often.

"Sit down" he invites me, gesturing me to a chair.

He sits in front of me and we start eating. The chilaquiles thing is amazing, it's cheesy but also a little bit spicy in a nice way although the sauce has a bit of a lime taste. The chicken is soft and it's got pieces of tortilla too, all the ingredients merge together perfectly.

"Do you want some?" He asks as he pours himself a shot of tequila.

"I don't know, I don't really like shots... or just alcohol in general." I answer.

"No, no. You're not supposed to take this like a shot. You wet your lips a bit and taste it, little by little, and you enjoy it with your food. Like this" he explains and then demonstrates. "Here, try it." He hands me the little glass.