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This had all of the makings of something horrible. He was a good person, he was a detective for the police department, he helped out in the community when he could. But did all of that get cancelled out when he poured a glass of wine for a woman who was wearing another man's ring? They were friends. They were two friends and that was what he told himself as he handed her the glass of wine. It's not like anything was going to happen with them. She was married and he had some morals that he just couldn't shake.

The whole kitchen smelled amazing and he couldn't wait to try what she was making. He felt a gnawing pit of jealousy in his stomach as he pictured Beau feasting on these treats while tearing down the brilliant woman who made them.
"Educated guess." He got help from the person at the store, explaining some of the other things she enjoyed. How she took her coffee, how she enjoyed her sweets and everything he knew about her. That might have led to a whole rant about how perfect she was. About how much he cared for her. How much he loved being around her. With a rushed as friends at the end, as if he owed any sort of explanation to the enthusiastic seller who wanted to just get him the best bottle for sale.

When she licked her lips of the red wine, he had to take a bigger gulp for himself. Was it fair for one person to be so beautiful? Was it fair for that person who was so perfect, and so perfect to be taken by someone who didn't seem to care about her. Someone who yelled and screamed and hit someone as flawless as Elias and forced her to lie for him.
"I thought about picking up some stuff to make colada de avena-" He said carefully over the Spanish words, not wanting to mess up the drink that was popular in Ecuador that he knew was popular and was hopefully correct in that, he was sure that she mentioned that it was where her family was from, "but red wine felt a little more appropriate."

He grinned, "I'll set the table." He grinned, enjoying when her sarcasm and sass came out. She was so strong and sure of herself when they were together and he loved that about her. He grabbed the plates from the cabinet, gently gripping her hips from behind when he gently moved her out of the way to get the forks and knives. He kept one hand on her hip when he grabbed the utensils and leaned closer to her, enjoying how comfortable he felt with her.

"Unless you expect us to eat all of this with our hands." he shot back at her and let go, turning back to the table so he could set it properly.