"Andrés!" you called cheerfully, knocking on the door to your friend/crush's doorstep. "I tried making some churros this morning! Come out and try them!"

After a few minutes, the door opened, and Andrés answered, looking surly as always.

"(Y/N), you shouldn't disturb people this early in the morning," he muttered, leaning on the door frame.

You checked the time on your phone, frowning. "But it's three in the afternoon," you pointed out, looking up at Andrés with your eyebrows raised.

"It's early morning somewhere," he countered grumpily, crossing his arms. "What did you want, again?"

"I made some churros," you repeated, unfazed by his apparent bad mood. You knew he wasn't really angry; he was just sort of . . . naturally rude. "Want to try one?"

"Sure," he said dully, accepting the offered sweet. "Figures you'd bake something like this."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked suspiciously.

"Something as sweet as you."

You almost dropped the rest of the churros. Was that a compliment? Since when did he give those?

"Gosh, you almost sound like you're in love," you teased. "You've never said anything nice about anyone before."

He was silent for a moment. "Idiot," he grumbled at last. "Of course I'm in love. Caught on, have you?"

Your jaw dropped. "You love me?!" you practically yelled in shock.

He gave you something of a dead glare, but you didn't mind. You flung your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"What are you doing, (Y/N)?" he mumbled, although you noticed he didn't try to free himself. "Get off of me."

"I love you too," you said, giggling.

He stared at you for a second, then caught you up in a kiss, which you were quick to return.