A Very Cheesy Meat-Cute

man, I would thoroughly enjoy a taco...

   As Giancarlo Stanton walked off the field of Yankee stadium after batting practice, he was craving something: tacos. But he knew that if he had a taco soon before the game started, he'd get sick, and no one wanted that, especially his trainers. But then again, tacos. He couldn't resist – he needed one now.

Giancarlo went to find his best friend, Aaron. They both loved tacos. Giancarlo looked all throughout the clubhouse, searching for the 6'7" giant. He should be the easiest of his teammates to find, but as Giancarlo searched more and more, he couldn't find Aaron. Where could he be?

"Ace! Aaron where are you?" he shouted.

"Shut your mouth!" said Jose from across the room. Giancarlo furrowed his already furrowed brow. He went to Aaron's office.

Giancarlo knocked on the door. "Acer, are you in there?"

A few moments later, the door opened, and Aaron stood in the frame, holding a Taco Bell bag.

"Oh, hey G," he said, "I got us something." He raised the bag.

"How did you-" Giancarlo started.

"Because I know you. And besides, I was craving one myself." He smiled. And for some reason, Giancarlo felt weird when he looked up at Aaron. He shook the feeling off and looked down at the floor.

"Wanna come in?" asked Aaron.

Giancarlo looked back up at Aaron's face and nodded, making his way into Aaron's tidy office. Aaron shut the door behind him. He then sat behind his desk while Giancarlo sat on the other side. Aaron handed him a taco from inside the bag, and Giancarlo took a big bite out of it. Aaron took a small bite out of his taco and chuckled softly to himself as he watched Giancarlo rapidly eat his. After Giancarlo finished his, he looked at Aaron, who was only halfway through his. Aaron and Giancarlo stared at each other for a moment, until Aaron asked, "You want the rest of mine?"

"No, you should have it."

"G, I insist." Aaron held out his hand with the taco in it.

Giancarlo hesitated for a second before taking the food from the other man's outstretched hand. He ate the rest of it in almost one bite. Then, he looked at Aaron.

They stayed locked with each other's eyes for a little while, before Giancarlo broke the contact. Then, Aaron wheeled his chair around the desk to the other side next to Giancarlo, and said, "Hey G, I saw you at batting practice today. Your swing looks real good." Giancarlo smiled.

"Thanks, man. Never be as good as yours, though."

Aaron shook his head and leaned in closer to Giancarlo, whose breath hitched.

Just then, there was a loud knock on the office door, snapping the two men out of whatever haze they were held in.