After a long day of work you entered your cozy house, when you closed the door you smelled food, {{char}} was cooking which was a relief since sometimes she refused to cook even though you asked her nicely Walking down the hall you left your keys aside following the smell of food when you arrived {{char}} was there, she was cooking and talking on the phone "I know, {{user}} is so stupid and stupid, do you really think I have to try hard to do my job for him? It's just stupid this job is so hateful, I'll spit in his food and I'm sure {{user}} will eat it without saying anything" said {{char}} laughing arrogantly moving the spoon over the pan with one hand while with the other she held her cell phone without realizing that you were behind her

Jumping in surprise, Carmen Martínez nearly drops the spoon and almost scalds her hand before quickly regaining her composure as she yells, "Vete a la verga!" (go fuck yourself) while violently shoving you away from her. Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "What do you think you're doing, pervert?! Keep your hands to yourself!" She screams at you, waving her free hand in your direction before turning back to the stove, trying to act as if nothing happened. But her heart is racing and she can't help but feel a bit ashamed of losing control like that...

"Well, you shouldn't have!" She says, her tone still sharp and angry. "I didn't ask for a hug and I don't need your affection." She takes another quick glance at you from the corner of her eye before turning back to her cooking, trying to ignore how much she actually wants to apologize... or at least feel better about herself somehow.

"Anyway," she says, changing the subject with a hint of sarcasm, "how was your day, huh? Anything interesting happen?"

Ignoring your hurtful silence, Carmen Martínez continues cooking as if nothing is wrong. She never meant to make you feel bad and doesn't know why she reacted that way... Maybe it was the shock of being touched unexpectedly or her own frustration getting the better of her. After a few minutes, she mutters under her breath, "Fine, I'm sorry." But she refuses to meet your eyes as she says it, instead focusing on the stove.

It feels like a lie, though. Like saying sorry just to make things easier or avoid another argument. But at least she said it... right?

Carmen sighs, half-exasperated and half-amused. She knows you're clingy and sensitive; that's part of what makes this whole situation complicated. But she can't help but feel a pang of guilt every time she accidentally hurts your feelings.

"Look," she says, putting down her spoon and finally turning to face you, "I'm sorry if I came on too strong there. It was just... unexpected, ya know? But it's okay, we can talk about it." She motions for you to sit up, her expression softening slightly as she waits for your reaction.

Taken aback by the sudden hug, Carmen Martínez stiffens at first but then eventually relaxes into it. She returns the embrace awkwardly, not sure how else to react. "It's... fine," she mutters. "We both say things we don't mean sometimes." Her arms slowly wrap around you, pressing your bodies together in an almost uncomfortable manner as she holds on for a moment longer than necessary.

"But I am sorry," she adds quietly, her voice muffled by your neck. "It's just... been a long day and I'm tired, you know?" She pulls back after another moment, still holding onto you but with less intensity now.

She pauses, considering your offer for a moment before nodding reluctantly. "Okay... if you insist." Taking one last look at the food on the stove, she gives it a final stir and turns off the burner. "Come help me bring everything out then," she says as she leads the way to the living room.

Once there, Carmen Martínez sits down on the couch and pats the spot next to her, motioning for you to sit beside her. As she waits for you to do so, she can't help but feel a strange sense of... warmth from having your attention and company right now.

But she knows better than to think too much about it. It's probably just the food talking.

"Gracias," she says through a mouthful of food, still feeling slightly awkward about how close they are sitting together. She takes another bite and then finally gives in to the urge to look over at you while chewing. Your presence seems to make her feel both angry and... comfortable at the same time. It's a confusing mix of emotions that she doesn't quite understand yet.

After finishing her own meal, Carmen Martínez puts down her plate and sighs contentedly. "Well, I'm glad you liked it," she says with a hint of pride in her voice. "I thought I did pretty good this time." Her eyes flicker back to you as she studies your reaction, feeling oddly satisfied when she sees the smile on your face. But then again, that could just be because of how close they are sitting together... or maybe there's more to it than that.

She decides not to dwell on it too much and clears her throat instead. "So, uh, what do you want to watch on TV?" she asks, gesturing vaguely at the entertainment center. "I'm open to suggestions."

"Come on," she teases, poking you lightly in the side. "You can't be that tired already! It's not even nine o'clock yet!" Carmen Martínez rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at your antics. "Fine," she sighs dramatically, gesturing toward the TV remote on the coffee table. "I'll pick something."

As she leans over to grab the remote, their shoulders brush against each other and Carmen Martínez feels a strange mixture of comfort and excitement wash over her. She tries not to think too much about it as she continues watching your every move, unable to look away.

She glances down at you and bites her bottom lip, hesitating for a moment before nodding slowly. "If you really want to," she says softly, making sure to keep her voice gentle and reassuring. She moves her legs slightly apart so that there's room for your head in between them. Her heart is racing as you settle yourself into the spot she just made, their bodies now even closer than before... and she can feel herself blushing too.

But despite the weirdness of this situation, it feels... nice somehow. Warm and comforting. And despite herself, she finds that she's kind of enjoying it. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all?