"Mi valiente, are you sure you don't mind going out to get food? I'll come with if you want-"
"No, El Patron, it's fine. I know you haven't been feeling well, these temperatures make everybody feel a little under the weather. Not to mention you wrestled tonight. Stay here and rest, and I'll be back soon."
Ricardo Rodriguez smiles as he gets out of the car, the affectionate look on Alberto Del Rio's face following these words fresh in his mind as he walks towards the restaurant that he'd settled on, blowing into his hands to try to warm them. It's freezing, though he thinks maybe some hope for warmer weather in the northern states might be on the horizon, as tired as everyone else of this winter. He walks up to the building and hums slightly, glancing around to see how long his wait might be. He walks up to the counter to order when his eyes rest on a crane game machine, his face lighting up in a grin. "Well, well," he murmurs, startling when someone coughs behind him. "Oh, sorry," he mutters, realizing that a teenager is standing behind the cash register, waiting to take his order.
As soon as he's selected what he thinks sounds appetizing and pays, he turns towards the game, gripping the few dollars he'd gotten back in change. Captivated by the gaudy lights flashing and music playing once he feeds it a couple of dollars, he works the lever that controls the crane and aims it towards one of the toys that looks easiest to pull free, holding his breath. He succeeds on the first try, chuckling as it drops into the chute. By the time the food is ready, he's won a second one, but the first plushie is the one he's the happiest with, looking over at it with a pleased little smirk as he drives back to the hotel a few minutes later, anxious to get back to Alberto so they can eat the delicious smelling food and relax for awhile before they have to travel on to the next WWE event.
He enters quietly, trying not to bother his former employer in case he's asleep, but the older man is thankfully awake, staring up at him from where he's laying leisurely as he walks over to the bed. "Hola, Alberto," he says lowly, leaning over to kiss him. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Hmph, a little," he shrugs, sitting up. "The food smells good."
"Si, it does," Ricardo beams. "And..." He pulls out the stuffed animal from behind him and waves it at Alberto, watching as he takes in the heart-patterned Scooby Doo, his lips twitching up into a smile. "Happy Valentines Day early."
"Ay, you win so many things from those crane games," he mumbles, taking it from him and squeezing it while examining it closely. "Unfortunately I do not share your skills with it. If I did, perhaps I could surprise you with little toys now and again too..."
Ricardo shakes his head, settling in next to him on the bed as he unpacks the food. "See, as nice as that sounds, I kind of like it this way." Alberto looks confused, the former ring announcer smirking. "You already give me plenty, and this way I can give you something sometimes, even if it is just a silly toy... and besides, whenever you do try your hand at the crane games, it just means we get to spend more time together while I try to show you the best way to work the machines."
Del Rio purses his lips at him and shakes his head, smiling slightly. "Well, you are a very patient teacher, mi valiente. Besides, you underestimate yourself. You've always given me everything I've ever wanted or needed, even when I was too blind to see it." Ricardo ducks his head, smiling sheepishly as he holds out Alberto's soup, making sure the other man has a good hold on the container before he lets go, next handing over a toasted sandwich, its cheese still warm and gooey, for him to dip in it if he wishes. "As I said," he murmurs, unwrapping the sandwich. "You think of everything."
