An island of the island.
WHO: Miguel and Mikaela
WHAT: A nice Cuban meal.
WHERE: Videl's diner.
WHEN: Just after this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Miguel might be the flirtatious type, but he's pretty sure Mikaela's too young for him, so I doubt we need warnings.
Videl's was a place full of cheerful shouting and easy Spanish, scented with woodsmoke, savory meat, and salsa. It was a small pocket of Cuba in the middle of Axiom, even down to a few men gathered in the corner, singing in close harmony to the sound of acoustic guitars. The neighborhood wasn't the best, most of the buildings nearby looking like they'd easily seen better days, and sometimes the community seemed like it could be much better. Still, there were kids playing soccer outside, and Miguel intercepted their soccer ball to give it an extra kick before passing it off to a kid whose hair he ruffled.
Yeah, the place already felt like home.
"Javier," Miguel called as he pushed open the door, slipping into Spanish. "Seen a pretty girl come in here? About twenty?"
"Figured you'd only come in for a girl on your day off," a woman laughed.
Miguel laughed. "Luz, you're only jealous it isn't you."
WHAT: A nice Cuban meal.
WHERE: Videl's diner.
WHEN: Just after this.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Miguel might be the flirtatious type, but he's pretty sure Mikaela's too young for him, so I doubt we need warnings.
Videl's was a place full of cheerful shouting and easy Spanish, scented with woodsmoke, savory meat, and salsa. It was a small pocket of Cuba in the middle of Axiom, even down to a few men gathered in the corner, singing in close harmony to the sound of acoustic guitars. The neighborhood wasn't the best, most of the buildings nearby looking like they'd easily seen better days, and sometimes the community seemed like it could be much better. Still, there were kids playing soccer outside, and Miguel intercepted their soccer ball to give it an extra kick before passing it off to a kid whose hair he ruffled.
Yeah, the place already felt like home.
"Javier," Miguel called as he pushed open the door, slipping into Spanish. "Seen a pretty girl come in here? About twenty?"
"Figured you'd only come in for a girl on your day off," a woman laughed.
Miguel laughed. "Luz, you're only jealous it isn't you."