Silk & Cologne | Miguel O'Hara

Chapter 11 - Rehearsal

I was jogging down the streets of the city the following morning, heading over to the dance studio. I had slept in a few minutes later than I wanted to, so I quickly changed into my dance clothes at the apartment before leaving. I was still making good progress to make it there in time. Until I noticed the missed messages by Miguel on my Gizmo.

6 Unread messages - 11:07pm

"Crap!" I cursed harshly under my breath.

I hid in an empty alley, making sure I was far enough from anyone hearing me before setting up a video call with Miguel.

"Miguel, hey, I'm so sorry I didn't see your messages last night," I grimaced.

"It's fine, Lisa, you were asleep, I know," Miguel reassured me as his face was looking at other monitors.

" Phew , thanks, sorry again— Wait, how would you know?" I asked him, the gears turning in my head before it clicked. "Were you in my apartment last night?!"

That caught Miguel's attention as his face completely turned to face me through the screen. "I didn't mean it like—" he sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I was there last night. I didn't stay long,"

"Were you worried about me?" I asked him with a curious gaze. "You didn't watch me sleep did you?"

"Briefly," Lyla commented with a sly look on her face as she hovered near Miguel. "I wanted to wake you, but he wanted to let you sleep,"

Miguel shot Lyla a look that silently told her to shut up causing me to both gawk at the man at the idea of him watching me sleep, but also snicker at his reaction. Lyla sure loved to cause drama.

"I was concerned why you weren't answering my messages," he clarified, shaking a finger at me. "There's a difference,"

I hummed at his answer, not quite buying it. "Admit it Miguel, you're starting to break out of your shell and warm up to me. Even just a little,"

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "If anything, I find you tolerable, at best, Kendrick," he jabbed before his lips formed a faint smirk.

"Alright, if it puts us on good terms still, tolerable it is," I grinned back at him.

"Oooh, what is this tension I'm sensing here?" Lyla wiggled her brows at Miguel, her heart shaped lens of her glasses glaring in the light.

"Lyla, please !" Miguel scoffed at her.

I laughed at their interaction before calming myself down, moving back to the topic at hand. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I installed an upgrade to your Gizmo, courtesy of Lyla," he explained, showing me a small hologram on the side of the screen. "It will send gentle, non-radioactive pulses through your body to help keep your powers in check while in your dimension,"

"This will definitely come in handy," I smiled in relief. "Thank you, Lyla,"

"You're welcome!" She chirped happily.

I smirked over at Miguel, "You too, Miguel,"

"It's no trouble at all," Miguel played it off, but I could see the small bashful blush that faintly stained his cheeks. "Don't you need to be somewhere?"

"Dance practice, right, thanks again, Miguel!" I waved at him again.

"Hey, be careful—!" Miguel stressed before I ended the call.

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Miguel's P.O.V.

Miguel sighed, chuckling tiredly to himself as the video call ended abruptly as he resumed his work on the other monitors. "That woman just can't stay still,"