Mika had barely finished setting the table when he heard the buzzer. He checked to be certain it was Buck and then let him into the house—and into his apartment a couple of minutes later.
“I come bearing gifts,” Buck said, putting two bags of food on the table and taking out various containers.
“You bought enough for an army,” Mika said, laughing.
“A small one, but yeah. We have enchiladas, burritos, tacos, and for dessert, sopapillas.” As he named them, he opened the containers. “So dig in.”
“I’ve got beer or I can make coffee to go with them.”
“Beer, of course. That’s a given.”
Mika got two bottles and they sat down to eat. Halfway through his second enchilada, having eaten a burrito and a couple of tacos already, Mika said, “I’m stuffed.”
Buck lifted an eyebrow. “We’ve barely mad
