Iridescent

Cover up your face you can't run the race

Mike watched his girlfriend walk around his kitchen Friday night preparing dinner for them, Brad and Elisa. He always knew that being a good host for any sort of meal was instilled in her at in early age. There were many times growing up that Mike witnessed her mother being the same way his girlfriend is right now, while preparing a dinner for friends. Like Mari, he hadn't seen her stop for even a breath in the past hour or so. It was almost like it was a game for him now, to see if she even takes a small second to herself in between the madness of cooking. So he sat at the island totally entranced by what was going on in his kitchen.

"You know," Mike began saying as he watched her place the meat onto a cutting board to slice up. "It's only Brad and Elisa. You don't need to do all this just for them. We could have ordered in."

"You act like making fajitas is a difficult meal to make," She countered placing the sliced meat back into its pan and shoving it in the oven. "It's literally just vegetables and meat with a side of rice."

"That you cooked on the stove instead of a rice cooker that would have saved you time."

Mila playfully gasped. "How dare you mention such a thing to a Hispanic person? Cooking rice on the stove, especially arroz y frijoles, is the only way to do it. Has my family taught you nothing in the past fourteen years, Handsome?"

Mike smiled at her nickname for him that has been becoming a reoccurring thing. She had always called him 'babe' or 'Shinoda' before, especially years ago which he also liked, but there was something about her calling him 'handsome' that he liked significantly more. It was possibly the fact that not only was it something she called him as an actual name rather than just stating he's attractive, but she had also been the first girl outside of his mother who had told him he was just that. Even when he gawky and odd, she thought he was handsome. "You're right. What was I thinking?"

"Pure madness obviously," She shook her head. Mike laughed right at the moment the doorbell rang through the house. Mila turned everything on a low heat to make sure everything stayed warm. "Oh yay! We can eat finally. I'm starving."

"Well, constantly moving around for an hour will do that to you," He called to her, walking towards the front door.

"Coño."

"I heard that!"

"Wasn't trying to hide it, Handsome!"

He shook his head smiling opening the door for his friends. The couple gave him a hug with Elisa handing him a bottle of red wine as they walked further into the home.

"Please come into the kitchen and eat so Mila can finally sit down," Mike smirked seeing her roll her eyes as they made their way closer to where she was.

"I've missed you," Elisa said cheerfully going to her friend wrapping her arms around her tightly. "And this smells so good."

"I don't even get that type of reaction when I come home after being gone for over a month," Brad told Mike shaking his head watching his wife fawn over his female best friend. "I think my wife has a crush on Mila."

"Who wouldn't? Have you seen her?" Elisa replied winking at the woman who wiggled her eyebrows in response. "You act like you get absolutely nothing when you come home. I'm surprised we don't have a child yet."

Mila raised a brow in Elisa's direction. "Did you pre-game our double date? Your filter is so far off."

"Filter? What's that?" Elisa asked playing confused.

"It's a beautiful thing that stops you from telling me about that man's," Mila pointed to Brad who smiled at her. "Sex life. When you guys finally decide to grace us with mini Delson's I plan to act like it's immaculate conception." Everyone laughed as Mila shook her head shivering. "I mean no offense Bradford, but you're like my other brother and when Makail got pregnant I did the same thing."