(Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry for this being out so long after everything. I swear I'll update more I swear.)

It was the running of the bulls. What a great day it was for you, as it was a tradition in your great town of Santa Coloma. You, of course, weren't participating as you just liked seeing the men run for their lives, weird when you really thought about it but whatever!

The bulls were in their cage as you eyeballed the contestants, one caught your eye, a strange tabby, of course you knew who it was, the great Puss in Boots. He was the hero of the town, and you found yourself enamored with the legend, as you had the liberty of talking to the tabby a few times.

Now the runners were at their starting point, there goes the gun and the crowd of people stormed forward, Puss in front for a bit. You watched him as he ran with stride and it was both exhilarating and oddly attractive at how he carried himself, with the added red scarf. As he ran he panted only slightly as if he was trying to impress someone at the event for some reason, and boy did this work, on you. By the time he grew closer to you, you became nervous and calmed down a bit, and became confused when he ran past you then stopped suddenly, leaning on the nearby post. You leaned on you arm, eyeing him with admiration, as he did as well towards you.

It was like time slowed down before he spoke, "Hola senorita, would you like gazpacho-?"

You gasped and pulled him towards you, through the gaps in the wooden fence, saving him from sheer death from the now charging bulls where Puss stood seconds earlier.

You both were slightly panting and looked towards each other with a nice and sweet look in your eyes. You then looked down to see your hand was still holding the tabby, and said tabby was brushing his own hand/paw on yours.

"Thank you.." Puss said, asking for your name subtly.

"Y/N!" You replied, letting your hand off Puss' shoulder, "and yes, I would like some gazpacho!"

"Alright then, let us go then," Puss smugly replied, eyes narrowing in a very seductive and attractive way that made your stomach flip and your mind tune to static as you focus on his beautiful emerald eyes.

You took his remark with great thought and started your walk, with a little sway in your hips, to your home nearby, as you noted that he watched your walk with great interest. It brought a small tint of red to spread across your face as his eyes admired you.

You made it to your house, Puss opening the door for you gracefully, to which you nodded as a thank you. As Puss took his seat at your table he started talking to you from across the room, where you were preparing the gazpacho for the both of you.

"You always watch the running of bulls?" he asked with that super attractive accent that made your knees weak every time you heard it and a smirk, he was asking if you came for him.

"Oh.. uh.. yeah, sometimes. Just felt like it this time I guess!" your voice was hurried and back was turned to Puss, to hide the giant red on your face from what he was implying.

"Seems like you were here for someone, eh?" Puss asked again, a sort of hush to his tone, made his voice slightly deeper, making you go even MORE crazy.

This time you nearly fainted, sure you've spoken with the tabby but never in a flirtatious way.

"U-uh.. maybe I was..?" You were kicking yourself for even answering him, but you continued making your dish.

You heard him get up from his chair, his boots clomping over to you quietly.

"Hmm. Really~?" Puss now sat on the counter to your left, that same sexy smirk on his face.

You couldn't even respond, as a fear to make a fool of yourself, so you just avoided eye contact until you finished, Puss still sat there, not exactly staring but looking at you as you did the task. Once you completed the dishes, you walked to the table and placed them in their respective places, Puss followed and sat across from you.

"You know. I've never had homemade gazpacho before. It's always that crappy stuff from the local shop, but you señorita, you make..." he tasted it, eyes lit up and moaned weirdly to the flavor, "perfecto mi amor."

You blushed silently, "thank you, I never really have guests but I learned my cooking from my abuela"

"She must have been wonderful eh?"

"She was."

A smile spread across your face as those words came up, fond memories of her flooded your mind, and now you were expressing with the beautiful Puss in Boots.

Whatever could happen here, nothing could keep you two from chatting away at nothing. The little things that would get you all red in the face that Puss would do. All of it. The subtle change in his tone and longer enunciation of words. Even his sly way of eating made your knees buckle. Everything about this night was perfect.

It was about this time you both finished. Laughing about one of the many stories Puss in Boots had in his back pocket to ramble on for hours on end.

"Thank you. For everything, saving my life, the world's best gazpacho. Thank you."

He leaned forward and gave you a deep kiss on the lips. The smile was on both of your faces for a few minutes. Yeah. This was nice.

(A/N: Yeah. I just want to apologize for being away for so long. I have no excuse except my love for writing fluctuates in and out. It sucks but I swear this time I'll start writing more and more.)

Also, I'll let y'all pick the next life I pick for one shots