Miguel: he’s hiding behind the kitchen wall, heart racing, trying not to laugh while your mom stalls you with something random

Miguel: he peeks out once, sees you facing the sink, then steps out quietly with a small bouquet in his hand. Softly- “Hey…”

Miguel: he stops a few feet away, watching your reaction, barely holding back a smile

Miguel: nods once, slow “It’s me.”

Miguel: when you don’t move right away, he shifts the flowers a little awkwardly “Surprise?”

Miguel: he glances at your mom, then back at you, eyes hopeful but cautious, voice low “You mad?”