Everytime you walk in the room

 "Is he prettier than me?" Chewy put Chai in a tight spot in the kitchen. He could hardly get to the stove where the burgers were sizzling.

Chai winced. He didn't know what Chewy wanted him to say. Besides Daisy was looking at them as if she were the grown-up.

Chai sighed and edged past him to check on the pasta. They didn't really eat burgers. It was more like hamburger steak and noodles because that was the way Daisy would only eat it and her broccoli.

Really, Chai wished Chewy could stay focused. "He's only my supervisor." Chai looked back at Chewy as if he needed to be quiet. At least for Daisy's sake. "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"But he saw you at the grocery store," Chewy remembered. "He was quite chatty, you know?"

"He was being nice," Chai shrugged as he went to dump the water off the noodles and then prep them with butter and a creamy cheese. It was a soup mix that finally looked edible, but this was the way Daisy liked it. 

"Oh, he was flirting," Chewy snapped, giving Chai the eye.

"He knew I was with you. I think it was Daisy he wanted to meet," Chai didn't want to admit it, but Daisy was a topic that came up every day. Chai was always telling his team at work about a Daisy moment. How she wouldn't go to bed, how she cleaned the toilet with her hairbrush, and how she didn't like wearing the same color socks.

"So?" Chewy raised his head as if he would not be defeated, but Chai gave him plates to set the table.

"So what?"

"So, you told him about me?"

 "I did." Chai nodded. He didn't want to say how little he said because he knew Chewy would fuss about that, too.

Chewy went on to get the forks and chopsticks. Finally, Chai served the meat and noodles peppered with steamed broccoli. Daisy called this gatti night, a new tradition.

Yes, there were a lot of traditions now that Chai didn't think everyone needed to know about, like a winter night that was more than cozy with Chewy. Chai found it something he yearned for, although he was certain Chewy found it more quaint. But it was an ember of romance, and Chai didn't want to mess that up with Chewy.

"He looks like an uncle, to me," Daisy looked at Chewy while Chai was cutting the burger steak.

"What?"

"Yeah, that man looks just like you."

"He did not?" Chai found himself saying.

"Is he prettier than me?" Chewy smirked

"You're not pretty,"  Daisy informed him. "I don't want you to be pretty."

"See?" Chai looked at Chewy out of the corner of his eye. Chewy did his silly pout as he took a bite of broccoli.