Miles had insisted on making you a traditional Spanish dish his mother had taught him for dinner, because you were staying over at his house. Once he served everything up onto plates, he slid your serving to you.

“For you, Mi amor.” He said, trying to be flirtatious but coming out more adorable as he started tucking into his own food. The dish was steaming, and looked perfectly cooked and pretty spicy. He seemed ecstatic to serve you something like this.