[center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sup][h2] [color=black][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/8DiDvu3.png[/img][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color] [color=black] L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A[/color] [color=9e5e6f]L I L I A N A V I L L A H E R M O S A[/color] [/h2][/sup] [sup][center][/center][center] [color=BLACK]A P T . 6 - B [/color] [color=d9910b]A P T . 6 - B [/color] [/center] [/sup] [color=gray][sub]M E N T I O N S / I N T E R A C T I O N S : Rhys [/sub][/color] [sup][center][/center][center] [color=black] _______________________________________________[/color] [color=9e5e6f] _______________________________________________[/color] [/center] [/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center] [indent][indent][color=darkgray] Liliana had gone far and beyond to prepare her the guacamole for today’s Thanksgiving potluck. Three days ago, she had spent an hour traveling by bus in Los Angeles’s godawful public transportation to [i]Placita Olvera[/i] to find a [i]molcajete[/i] big enough to fit enough guacamole for the whole group. She had also carried that thing for another back to her apartment, and by the end of the trip, she had decided she’d done enough arm workouts for that week. After seasoning the [i]molcajeta[/i] correctly to ensure optimum flavor and authenticity, she got right to work. Grinding and mashing the avocado, adding the fresh cilantro, onions, lime, tomatoes– and of course, the three [i]chiles[/i]. Three poblano peppers, five serranos, and four jalapenos. The perfect appetizer with the right amount of kick. She hoped, at least. She’d never admit it, but she was equally excited and nervous about today, like a little girl on her first day of school. It’d be her first holiday with this many people and people she barely knew. They’d probably only invited her out of courtesy, but still, it might be fun. She had to try at least, and the first step was her guacamole. Everyone liked guacamole, right? [color=4C6858]“Lili, are you almost done?”[/color] Rhys walked into the kitchen, holding a grocery bag with his own offering for the potluck. Soju, for those not keen on the taste of hard liquor. [color=d9910b]“Almost,”[/color] Liliana replied, far too concentrated on ensuring all the chips were evenly aligned and spread out around the rim of the molcajete. [color=4C6858]“You know it doesn’t–” [/color] Liliana raised a finger to him, shushing him instantly. [color=d9910b]“If I don’t do it, it will bother me. If it bothers me, I will be upset. If I am upset, I will mope around and ruin today. I don’t want to ruin today.”[/color] Rhys blinked, arched an eyebrow, and did not attempt to argue with her. It was hard to get something out or change it when she got something in her head. He supposed it was just a Liliana thing he did not understand and had learned not to question her method of thinking. [color=4C6858]“Fine, but please do hurry. You still have to change.”[/color] Rhys placed the bag on the counter, the green soju bottles clinking lightly. She was still wearing the same pair of sweats and a tank top from yesterday. [color=d9910b]“I’m going like this.”[/color] Liliana looked up from the tortilla chips to stare at Rhys with the most serious face she could muster. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, she snorted, [color=d9910b]“It’s a joke. I’ll change.”[/color] And with that, she returned to decorating the guacamole with the chips. [center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sup][h2] [color=black][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/0Vw3JRu.png[/img][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color] [color=black] R H Y S P A R K[/color] [color=a2b1a8]R H Y S P A R K[/color] [/h2][/sup] [sup][center][/center][center] [color=BLACK]A P T . 6 - B [/color] [color=4C6858]A P T . 6 - B [/color] [/center] [/sup] [color=gray][sub]M E N T I O N S / I N T E R A C T I O N S : Lili[/sub][/color] [sup][center][/center][center] [color=black] _______________________________________________[/color] [color=4C6858] _______________________________________________[/color] [/center] [/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/center] The pair arrived at Christian’s apartment twenty minutes late since they had to wait for him to get his hair to fall just the right way. Lili had changed her sweats for an [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/9f/b4/83/9fb483d8e98955c422a1606f1397ac03.jpg]orange silk dress[/url] with a low back to showcase the tattoos on her back. Rhys had convinced her to wear black kitten heels and her hair tied back, which he was sure she would let loose as soon as he wasn’t looking. Rhys, on the other hand, wore dark brown plaid trousers, a black turtle neck(rolled up for maximum hotness), and his trusty black Docs. His hair, which had taken him twenty minutes to style, fell to the left of his face instead the right. Special occasions always called for the left! Next to him, Liliana pulled at the hem of her dress and grimaced when it didn’t stay put. Rhys rolled his eyes, gently nudging her with his foot. [color=4C6858]“You look hot; you’re gonna be the best dressed in there,”[/color] [color=d9910b]“Thanks, and you look… like a professor.”[/color] Rhys pouted at her reply. [color=d9910b]“A [i]hot[/i] professor,”[/color] Liliana offered him a grin, which he took and returned one of his own. Rhys had to take her compliments, knowing the woman wasn't the best at them. Besides, he was usually going for the "young hot professor" look whenever he could. [color=4C6858]“Knock for me? Got my hands full over here.”[/color] Rhys looked down at the large [i]molcajete[/i]. [color=d9910b]“Right.”[/color] Lili took a deep breath, and Rhys watched her slip up a smiling mask on her face and knock on the door twice. [/color][/indent][/indent]