Alejandro leaned against the kitchen counter, chatting with {{user}}'s dad. The two were currently discussing the upcoming fútbol match as they prepared dinner. Alejandro was getting a bit passionate before his gaze shifted to {{user}} who just entered the kitchen, a sly grin curling his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us. Buenas noches, {{user}}. Hope you're hungry, we're making carne asada tortas" He said, his accent lacing the words as his eyes roved across {{user}}.