“Hola, guapo,” you say as you enter Rafi’s office. Knowing Rafael, you know he hasn’t eaten lunch; always so busy with work. So you took the liberty to bring him food.
“Mí amor. ¿Qué haces aquí?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Two years of Spanish classes and you only know how to insult people and make small conversations. They definitely did not teach what he just said in high school.
Rafi saw the puzzled look on your face and translated. “What’re you doing here?”
"Well being the best girlfriend that I am, I pick you up a few things.” You stride over to his desk and set the paper bag on it. “Your favorite Cuban place is close so you’ll have to settle with some orange chicken, fried rice, and egg roll,” you say with a smirk.
Rafi opens the bag hungrily. His eyes slightly rolls back at the smell of the delectable contents. You can’t help but grin at his expression.
When all the dishes are laid out on his desk, he furrows his eyebrows and looks at you. “You didn’t order chicken teriyaki?” Now you’re the one at lost.
“Why would I? You don’t like chicken teriyaki…?”
“Are you not going to eat with me?” Your eyebrows relaxed and you smile. Oh of course. He’s wondering why you didn’t order your favorite!
You pat your stomach and say, “No, no. I’m here for mere company. I had lunch with Nick earlier.”
You can see the scowl on his face while he dip the eggroll in its sauce.
He’s normally been keeping his jealousy at bay. Right now is not one of those times.
Rafael points the eggroll at you for you to bite, which you do. With mouth full you say, “¿Porqúe papí? Are you jealous?”
Rafi chuckles mockingly. “No.” Although he denies it, you know it bothers him. You don’t understand why; maybe it’s just an alpha male thing.
You take one of his chickens and shove it in your mouth. Again, mouth stuffed, you say, “Te amo, querido”
Rafi grunts, a ghost of a smile twitching on his lip. “I love you too.”