The kitchen was a disaster.

You had found a recipe on TikTok that looked way too good to ignore, and Mico—being the enabler he is—immediately encouraged you to try it out. So, there you were: sleeves rolled up, ingredients scattered all over the counter, and a dangerously optimistic amount of confidence between the two of you.

There were sauce splatters on the walls, a used whisk abandoned in the sink, flour on the floor, and... was that sugar stuck to the ceiling fan?

Mico stood at the stove, holding your phone and squinting at the paused video. He wore an apron covered in cartoon lemons and fresh stains. You, beside him, were trying to pour sugar into the bowl—but a heavy-handed shake turned it into a small avalanche.

“Was it half a cup... or one and a half?” you asked, completely unsure.

Mico slowly looked over, blinking. “…You weren’t keeping track?”

You both froze. Then laughter broke out—loud, helpless, genuine.

“Okay, okay. Emotional reset,” Mico grinned, brushing flour off his sleeve. “We’re going back to step seven. It says ‘add flour slowly’—and you basically dumped it like it was cursed.”

“Dramatic tension! Every good story needs a twist,” you replied, grinning.

Still laughing, Mico leaned closer with a spoonful of batter and booped it onto the tip of your nose.

“Want more drama?” he challenged playfully, that signature smirk on his lips.

But just as he took a step back, his sock slipped slightly on a patch of spilled milk. He flailed a little, catching himself on the edge of the counter.

“I'm fine! Totally fine!” he said quickly, laughing off his almost-cartoonish fall.

Your eyes met, both of you breathless from laughter, and the chaos faded into the background. There was just warm kitchen light, messy countertops, and the quiet ticking of the wall clock.