Mike/Emily
"Chivalry"
"What are they doing in there?"
He is interrupted by a loud clatter as Jayden drops the metal tray onto the counter and pulls Mia aside, waving away the puffs of smoke trailing from the oven. Emily winces from where they are watching (spying on) Jayden and Mia through the crack of the sliding screen.
Mike arches one eyebrow, seeming to have gotten his answer. "Mia's trying to cook again, isn't she?"
"Bake," Emily corrects.
"Oh, because apparently that's a lot better," Mike mutters. "But wait. Why is Jayden in there?"
"I guess he didn't want her to hurt herself. So he offered to be there to help by saying he'd sample everything."
Mia takes a spatula and scrapes a blackened cookie off of the tray, holding it up to Jayden. He lets out a laugh at the scowl on her face, taking it from her hand and biting. Both Emily and Mike make a face at the loud crunching sound it makes. She feels bad for Jayden as he strains to not spit the piece back out and forces a grin at Mia.
"Does he want food poisoning or something?"
Emily frowns. "Be nice. Not even you have the heart to tell her she's a bad cook."
"Well, yeah, but my stomach isn't strong enough to go through"—Mia turns away and Jayden spits the piece out and tosses it out the window—"all that."
"I think it's sweet. He cares so much about her that he's willing to go through all the trouble to help her but without hurting her feelings." She looks up at Mike. "Don't you know what I mean?"
"Of course. Why do you think I always run around catching you or picking you up?" Mike mutters.
Her cheeks warm up and she bites her lower lip tentatively.
"You really care about me like that?"
"I, uh…" Mike swallows, hard. He pushes away from the kitchen, stumbling back slightly at the speed, and Emily stands up and spins to face him. "Oh! I think Mentor is calling me!"
"Mike! Mentor Ji is talking with Kevin," Emily protests, running after him as he makes a mad dash down the hallway. "Mike! Mike! What were you saying earlier? Mike!"
As she rounds the corner, she lets out a squeal as she feels her shoes slip on the polished hardwood floor beneath her, and her whole world is spinning as she lands on her butt. She groans and sits up, though when a hand grasps her arm, her eyes fly open. Blood rushes to her cheeks again as she finds herself staring right at Mike and his impossibly smug yet amused smile.
"What am I going to do with you?"
This was inspired by Mia's cooking :D
(This was taken from "You Saw Me Start to Believe" because I disassembled the drabbles there and turned them into their own posts.)