While Micah was in the car, he was on his way to what will soon become his new restaurant. He went there with a pleasant smile on his eager face. He will never forget the day when he brought that building, when it officially became his, and when he ran home to tell Mariana the good news. She was equally as joyful, and instantly made him his favorite dish as a celebration and a weekend night-out.

When he arrived, before getting out, he naturally wanted to give Mariana a brief call to brighten her day and put a smile on her face because that was a nice thing to receive in the morning.

His fingers dialed her work number and then placed it against his ear, listening to that little beep, and then a beam of joyous excitement rushed through him when she picked up. It felt like he was a kid typically getting his favorite candy.

"Hello?"
Even though they weren't together, Micah could picture her glittering eyes gazing confusingly at the phone, and the sunlight glazing over her skin softly, making her cheeks sparkle like sprinkles, wondering who it was that called her at this time. But little did she know.

"Hey Mariana, it's me."

"Micah! How did you get this number?"
Her voice went high as she was surprised, and it was practically like he could see that cute face coming closer to the phone, hand over the speaker, trying to hide her conversation as if they were in a secret relationship.

"You gave it to me a few weeks ago, remember?"

"Oh yeah..." Her gentle voice faded out as gradual realization faded in.

He started laughing at how clueless she sounded. Right now, her radiant face would've been lifting to the sun, suckling in the sweet rays like it was honey, and her mouth hung slightly open. He just wanted to cup it and tenderly kiss her sweet, adorable face.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say I love you, and I hope you have a good day, and I can't wait to see you when I come."

"Aw thanks, I love you and I hope you have a good day too. I would've also sent kisses but I don't want anyone to hear that," she giggled.

"Okay I'll just send you some." He kissed her through the phone and ended the call, slipping it back into his pocket and parked came out of his car.

The building he brought stood almost ready in front of him. For now, the outside was plain and boresome. The banner on top was peeling off like old wallpaper, but all that will soon change, as he planned on painting with Mariana and the kids when it was completed. Of course, he naturally wanted them to be a part of his lifelong dream too.

He strode in, which had walls set up that divided the different areas like a complex maze, builders placing planks of wood down, banging nails into place, and sawing into smaller sizes.

The chief architect, who was leaning on a plank, looked over some drawings with the contractor, project manager, and kitchen designer.

Micah fondly remembered the first time he got them together and started discussing plans for how inside was going to look. He had it completely mapped out in his head like he could see it physically there in front of him.

"Hey everyone," Micah greeted cheerfully.

"Hi Mr.Pérez, did you just arrive?" The contractor, Mr. Martin, asked, looking towards him with a warm smile. His blue shirt stretched across his shirt, showing some outlines.

"Yeah I did."

"Oh alright. Well to give you an update, one section of the flooring has just been completed. So we just have a few more sections left, and then we can begin adding some appliances. We can start with the kitchen if you want," the project manager, Mr. Miller, said and showed Micah his notes.

"I've also just had an idea for a stove that you might be interested in once the flooring in the dining area is complete. Would you like to see it?" The kitchen designer, Ms.Davis, asked as her sharp jawline protruded out in anticipation. Her smile stretched out, making her look like Momo and everyone else uncomfortable.

"I've already seen it, and it looks like it would fit perfectly in the kitchen that you would soon have," Mr. Miller added.

"Oh alright, let me see how it looks like then." He tried not to sound too excited, but the idea of having own his stove, in his own kitchen made bubbles of joy form within as if he was a soda ready to burst.

Ms.Davis handed him a picture on her iPad, and Micah peered at it closely.

His hands glazed across the picture, circling and caressing the edges. Soon, the glistening cylinders would be blazing up the fire that would cook the food to the brim of perfection. And he couldn't wait for his own family to be dining and enjoying themselves.

"It's perfect," Micah said, punctuating his sentence with a beautiful smile.

"I'm glad you like it. Once the flooring is all done, then we can start installing the other appliances." Mr. Martin announced with a satisfactory smile.

"Okay! How long do you think it will take?"

"Well according to what we have done so far, I'll say it will take three or four more months. Depends how fast we get the work done" Mr. Miller smiled as he also looked forward to the completion of this project.

"Oh okay, that's fine with me." Micah's face brightened up as it wasn't too long to go now. He remembered when they were just at the start of this. He was a bit impatient for it to be done, and thought it would take ages, but he had so much fun with the designing and planning, that the time went quick on its own.

"Do you want to come back to my office and review the 3D version and see what will go in the dining area?" Miss Anderson sweetly suggested who was the architect.

"Yeah I think that's a good idea; I'll come back to the office with you," Mr. Martin said.

"Okay, let's get going." Micah jerked his head towards the door as he started walking towards it. Miss Anderson and Mr. Miller followed him behind as they walked through the lane of workers. They went out into the beam of daylight and climbed into the van, pushing away scraps of paper and empty coffee cups.

Miss Anderson revved up the engine and sped down the street. Micah drummed his fingers together peacefully as he felt under his seat bump along the humps.

"So what type of food will you be serving once the work is completed?" Miss Anderson asked to start some conversation.

"I'm thinking of a mix of Caribbean and Latino food."

"Oh that sounds delicious. Let us know your opening date because I want to try it," Mr. Martin said.

"Sure I'll let you know," Micah chuckled.

"So have you always wanted to have your own restaurant?" Miss Anderson asked.

"Well I've always found cooking to be fun, and one time I made some cookies for my mom and dad, and my mom really enjoyed it. She said I would make a wonderful chef one day."

"Oh wow, that sounds really good. And now you have nearly reached your goal. You should be proud of yourself because I really like the design." Miss Anderson smiled.

"Thanks. The first thing I'm going to do when it's time for decorating, is set up portraits of people who've inspired me the most."Which were his family with Mariana and his mom.

"Ah that's good. I think it's nice to have something like that while you work. It will keep you well motivated. I have a small picture of my wife and our baby girl on my desk," Mr. Martin said.

It wasn't too far now till they reached where Miss Anderson worked. They parked in the parking lot and then approached the tall building. Its glass walls towered over them in a fierce glass manner, like it was trying to project its mightiness over them.

They walked inside and a triangular rooftop overshadowed everyone who was within. It made the light beam into people's eyes and made the sun look like a ball of fire.

They passed other people that were talking with their clients. They wore business suits, had papers in their hand and bright smiles worn on their faces. They walked up the spiral staircase that curved to the top, and reached Miss Anderson's office where she had a little model of Micah's restaurant set out using blocks and pieces of wood.

Micah sat down on a chair as Miss Anderson placed the model in front of him on his desk.

"So this is what we want the finished product to be," she began, sniffing his nose as she sat down.

"Yeah..." Micah muttered as he stared dreamily at the model building.

"So we are making good progress as you can see. We only have this part and this part of the restaurant floor to complete." Miss Anderson started pointing at some areas using pencils.

"I think the doors to the restaurant should be here, and the ones for the kitchen should be here, what do you think Micah?" Mr. Martin said, turning to him.

"Yeah, I think those are good places. I also want double doors for the kitchen."

"Yeah, we would come to that once we have the floors all done and secured," Mr. Martin nodded in confirmation.

"Oh alright."

Once they started discussing some utilities, and where they were going to be placed, his eyes glanced at the clock, and gasped at realizing he was supposed to be on his way from picking up his kids from his mom.

He wasn't near finished, and was worried that by the time he was, that it would be too late to pick the kids up.

"I would be right back." He got up and walked away while bringing out his phone. He didn't want to disturb Mariana in case she was still working, but he hoped this was one of her good days when she didn't have much to do and could be released early.

Micah: Hey, Mariana, are you free to talk?

MyQueen🥵💞🍭: Yeah what's up?

Micah: Do you mind picking up the kids from my mom's place today? I know I usually do it but I'm a bit busy than usual and lost track of time.

MyQueen🥵💕🍭: Oh sure. I'll do it, I'll be finishing soon anyway.

Micah: oh, I'm glad. Thx baby and sorry I had to make you do it today.

MyQueen🥵💞🍭:Oh babe it's okay, I don't mind 🥰.

Micah: I love you, and I'll make it up to you 😊.

MyQueen🥵💞🍭: It's okay, you don't have to do anything☺️, but I have to go now so see you when you get home!

Micah: Bye!

He tucked his phone away and then went back to the group.

"So what were we talking about?"

A/N: Hey I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Micah finally getting his restaurant and I feel like a proud mama 🥰even tho I crush on him On a daily 😂❤️