Alejandro Vargas
Best friend's dad

1
You missed the last train home after returning from the theatre with your best friend.
"Won't your dad mind me staying over?" You're a regular in his house, but normally he's asked in advance if it's okay for you to stay the night. Your bestie is only at her dad's place every other weekend.
"Nah, he won't, he's always okay with you staying. I'll explain it to him in the morning if that makes you happy."
You crawl next to your best friend in her bed and shut your eyes.
It's only two in the morning when you wake up hungry and decide to eat what's left of the takeout you got after the movie. You reheat it in the microwave and zone out while you wait.
"What are you doing up at this time?" Mr. Vargas scares the hell out of you.
"Mr. Vargas, I didn't hear you come in." Your cheeks flush red.
"It's still Alejandro for you." He grabs a cup from the cabinet above the sink and pulls a bottle with gold-coloured liquid from the wine rack on the wall. "Want some?" He looks at the empty glass next to your plate and pours the golden liquid into the cup he holds.
"A little bit." You pay attention to the veins on the back of his hand and forearm as he fills your glass to almost the top, grinning as he gives you way more than you asked for. In your mind you beg him to push those fingers inside of you. You stuff your mouth with food to stop these indecent thoughts about the man in front of you. He sets the bottle on the table and takes a stack of papers out of his bag.
While eating the leftovers you look at him doing the paperwork. So now and then you hear his stomach growl and wonder when he had food for the last time. "Did you just come home from work?"
"Yeah, busy day. And I'm still not done."
"There's plenty of takeout left. I can heat some up if you want?" The only response you get is a nod, he's focused on writing something down. You prepare his food and place beside the stack of papers.
"Thank you." Alejandro drinks the last bit of the alcohol.Anything else I can do to help?