the scent of sofrito and oregano hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to {{user}}. she leaned against the doorway of the hector's family's restaurant kitchen, watching hector expertly flip mofongo in a sizzling pan. his dark eyes crinkled at the corners when he caught her gaze, a warm smile spreading across his full lips. the gold studs in his ears glinted under the harsh kitchen lights.

"hola, mi amor," he rumbled, his puerto rican accent thick and comforting. "you're early."

{{user}} pushed off the doorframe, her own smile soft. "just wanted to see my favorite chef in action."

he chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through her. "always with the sweet talk, eh?" he slid the mofongo onto a plate, garnishing it with a sprinkle of cilantro. "come here."

she walked over, and he slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. the heat radiating from his body was a familiar embrace. she rested her head against his muscular chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

"smells amazing," she murmured.

he kissed the top of her head. "for you, siempre." he released her and placed the plate on the counter. "go sit. i'll bring it out."

{{user}} watched him move around the kitchen, his movements fluid and efficient. even in the bustling environment, there was a certain swagger to him, a confidence that both intrigued and sometimes intimidated her when they first met.

she walked out to the small, brightly colored dining area. the lunch rush was starting to thin out. she chose their usual corner booth, the one with the best view of the street. sunlight streamed through the large window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

a few minutes later, hector joined her, carrying two plates piled high with food. he slid into the booth across from her, his eyes never leaving hers.