You
You undo the French braids and walk into the kitchen, and turn the stove on. You grab the lean ground meat out of the fridge and throw it in to the pan for taco salad. Your phone rings and you pick it up quickly and sigh as you see Michael's name across the screen.
You answer it and put it on speaker. "Y/N?" You stir the meat and spread garlic salt on it. "I'm so sorry for running out the other day, I just don't know how to handle situations like that" you sigh "It's fine, you don't have to pretend, we can just get back to the case and to our normal lives" you take out the salad out of the fridge and cut it open.
"No, I don't want that. I really like you, me running out had nothing to do with you" you lick your lips and shut your eyes. "Okay" you don't know what else to say. "Okay?
