Safety or more (miguel O'Hara x fem reader)

busy day.

It had been nearly a week since your mom was gone to Japan for a meeting, meaning you had to take care of the small things, if the employees had to be paid, keeping the house cleaned, or going through paper work to check if everything is right if needed.

Some of the paper work had been delivered by one of the clients of your mom, you didn't really have anything to do something. You thought of read though some of the paperwork, however being lazy you decided to do it later right now you were busy scrolling through social media.

After a while you were bored to even look at your phone, the photos got too pretty and the memes got unfunny and you had this sudden energy to make breakfast?.. that was weird but anyways, doing anything except what you should be.

You made your way to the kitchen and you needed an assistant for cooking of course and who would be better that,trusty, responsible for your safety, Miguel. And to your suprise you didn't even have to call him, he followed you to the kitchen when he saw you going there.

You weren't used to having a bodyguard follow you around in your house, it felt a little weird but you were getting used to it.

"Hey Miguel, morning." You said.

"Good morning, miss." He replied politely, he was always  polite but his voice was heavy.

You grabbed a bowl and cracked two eggs, whisking them, when you turn you saw Miguel in normal clothes...he had jeans , a loosely fitted T-Shirt and his black Jacket, you never see him in anything else than the black suit and tie he wore.

"Well...you look good.." you said as if you were unsure of yourself. It's not that you were unsure you just hadn't seen him in 'normal' clothes and it was nice?... But he did look very sharp in suits tho.

He had as small smile when you complimented him, as if he was trying not to show emotions.
"Thank you, miss."

There was silence for a while, with only the clinking sounds of bowls, wisk and the pan in the stove, before he spoke again.
"What are you making, miss?"

"Pancakes" you said pouring the thick batter on the buttered pan.

"Alright..." Miguel said.

Miguel just stood a couple of feet far from you, looking at what you were doing, he was getting a little awkward just standing, maybe he should help but would that be too far considering he is an employee to you. Or would it be more awkward if he stood there like a chef judging you.

"Do you want to add fruits miss? I can cut them up in squares." Miguel spoke in a soft tone, he didn't know how you would react since it's only been a few days you two officially met eachother.

"Of course, strawberries, Mangos and blueberries. They are in the fridge." You replied back, pointing to the fridge with an spatula in your hand, turing back to your pancakes you managed to burn the first one but the others were perfect.

Miguel chopped the fruits in small squares whereas you poured melted butter, cream cheese, vanilla extract, powdered sugar, and milk into a smaller bowl making cinnamon sugar glaze.

After you made enough cakes, you started to plate, pouring a bit of glaze over it, you didn't like things getting too sweet.

"Miss you.. you have glaze on your face." Miguel informed you, you ran your finger on your cheeks and forehead, missing the spot.

Miguel got a little frustrated that you couldn't get the glaze, not at you just that you not getting it feet uncomfortable to him, " I can get it for you.." he said softly.

You looked at his face, all of a sudden you got flustered at his offer, sure it wasn't that extreme but still, you nodded.

He slowly brought his hand up your face and brushed it on the side of your cheek, his hand was surprisingly soft, not that you expected it to be rock hard or something.