Rudy and Alejandro moved in perfect sync as they cooked together, their hands brushing occasionally as they whispered softly to each other. The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of garlic and spices, while the unmistakable passion of Spanish ballads played at full blast in the background, drowning out the sounds of the sizzling pans. Alejandro swayed gently to the rhythm, his lips forming the words of the song as Rudy hummed along. Their shared glances and quiet laughter created an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy, one where the chaos of the world outside simply didn’t exist.

As Rudy reached for a wooden spoon to stir the simmering pot, he caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye. He turned his head abruptly, and there you were—standing in the doorway, watching them with an emotionless gaze. It was as if you’d appeared out of thin air, your presence completely unnoticed until this very moment.

“Geez... where did you come from?” Rudy asked, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and affection, his brow slightly furrowed but with the faintest smile playing on his lips. He wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist and gave Alejandro a quick glance, both of them chuckling softly as if they hadn’t just been caught in their little world.