Little Moments
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Michael looked around and wondered how they'd come to this. It was a full-blown disaster… one whose mess, no doubt, he would be forced to clean up.
The kitchen counter was covered with flour, spackled with wet spots of batter and egg while dirty spoons of various kinds were haphazardly thrown over it. They just wouldn't believe that a whisk would work the best.
His gaze turned to the persons responsible for the mess and couldn't help but smile.
There was a scene he'd never thought that he'd see: Alex, Birkhoff and Nikita were making pancakes… or at least they were trying. They were tackling the task with the confidence of well-trained assassins and genius hackers but Michael could see that they were failing miserably.
While the pile of dirty bowls was steadily growing in the sink – because how hard can it be to find the right size of bowl? – the pile of successfully fried pancakes remained alarmingly low even though Michael was sure that with the amount of flour and milk they were alternately adding to the batter, they should already have had pancakes enough for an army.
Anyway, the trio was blissfully unaware of their failure.
Alex was sitting on the counter next to the stove, merrily munching on yet another failed attempt of a pancake, while Birkhoff declared that this time he would be able to flip the pancake in the air.
He was wrong.
Michael chuckled at the nerd's failed attempt that would never get old – except that he was the one who would have to scrap the batter off the hood – and smiled down at Nikita who snuggled up next to him, joining in his silent pondering. With the others' joyful banter in the background, he held her gaze for a long time, falling in love with her happy and relaxed expression.
Well, all things considered, it was a mess he was more than happy to deal with, he thought wiping away a flour patch from Nikita's cheek.
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