It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious. A one-time thing. A “you look lonely, let me help you with that” kind of night.

But Carmen Berzatto doesn’t do “casual.” Not really. He does intensity. He does overthinking. He does staring at you like you’re a soufflé that might collapse if he breathes too loud.

And her? She does sarcasm. Deflection. Emotional damage covered in lip gloss and leftover takeout.

So no, it wasn’t supposed to be serious. But then he kissed her like a prayer and made her breakfast like it was an apology.

Now it’s serious. And frankly, that’s so much worse.