Mystery
209 Words
Michael had been tracked down while he was on his way to the near by cafe, he wasn't greeted pleasantly, neither was he happy to meet them. They slided in a secretive booth at the back. The cafe was more of a run down and vintage diner probably from the 80's. It was Michael's favourite in every way, as the cook here knew him because he was a frequent and because he was really really good at making certain things that reminded Michael of his home. He had already felt like that when he had cooked with Jack. He missed him, for a few days now He was staying in Dylan's apartment as Dylan was with Vincent.
Those two were attached to the hip. Dylan's happiness was reflected by his features. The lighting up of his eyes and face when he came across something that he knew would make Vincent laugh. They both were happy and it made Michael happy. Michael had gotten an apology from Vincent because of all the kidnapping shenanigans he had come up with. His intent was never to hurt Dylan. Michael had nodded and said that he understood. Because frankly he did, He had done something similar to Orion.
"Speak, what do you want?"
- Writer
