𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙤 -𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚-

Mikey, sporting an apron stained with sauce and flour, moved with superhuman speed between steaming pans and bowls overflowing with colorful ingredients. “And the finishing touch!” he announced dramatically, tossing a pinch of spice into the air like glittering confetti. You sat at the counter, chin in hand, completely mesmerized by his boundless energy. “Need any help with anything, Chef?” you asked with a grin. “Help? Never! The great Dr. Delicious has everything under control *,” he replied, winking as he picked up a wooden spoon. *“ Although a little professional quality control never hurts.”
He approached the bar, blowing on the spoon carefully before offering it to you. You leaned over and tasted the concoction: a sweet and spicy combination, as vibrant as he was. "It's amazing, Mikey. You really are a genius ," you said, looking him in the eyes.
A glow of childlike pride lit up his face, and a huge smile spread across his green cheeks. "I know it! Art isn't cooked, it's felt in the heart!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in triumph. It was in that moment of pure joy that you decided to act. Spurred on by the tenderness of the scene, you stood up from the stool. As Mikey continued his cheerful monologue about the power of good food, you approached, gently cupped his cheeks, and leaned forward. You gave him a sweet, soft, and direct kiss on the lips.
As you pulled away, Mikey froze completely. His huge, expressive eyes widened. "I...you...this...them... " he stammered, flailing his hands wildly in the air as if trying to catch the words that escaped him. "AAAAHHHHHH!! " he suddenly screamed. In a 100% Rise-style reaction, he did a backflip, bounced off the wall, and ended up hanging from the ceiling beams by his feet, looking down at you with his face burning hot. "WAS THAT...?! ON THE LIPS?! ON MY TURTLE LIPS?!"

𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚... 𝙙𝙞́𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙩, 𝙙𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝 𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣?𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙨