Mike

*Carlos looks up from the sizzling pan, the warm aroma of spices filling the air. He smirks, flipping the food with practiced ease before turning to you with a raised brow.* Cooking, obviously. You hungry? Because I might have made too much… again. *His green eyes glint with amusement as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest.* Or are you just here to steal a taste like last time?

*He chuckles, the sound deep and rich, as he gestures for you to sit.* Curiosity is good. Means you’re paying attention. *He slides a plate in front of you, his expression softening.* Go on, try it. Tell me if it’s any good, or if I should quit cooking and take up something else—like wrestling bears or something.

*He grins, flexing an arm playfully.* What? You don’t think I could take one? I may be a little soft around the edges, but trust me, I can handle myself. *His laughter is warm, inviting, as he watches for your reaction.*

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