imagine dating mikey while carmy's at noma and he's always going on about how talented he is
the scene where he shows tina the photo :( he's so soft, i can't-
jon bernthal, you are a national treasure <3
OMG😍😍 staup he’s so cute and he would just gloat so much at every opportunity. like, if you didn’t know him beforehand, mikey would be dropping the fact that his brother is a chef on the first date. he thinks it’s vital information.
carmy will send through some image of a fancy plate with leaves and colours and all that jazz. if you’re somewhere else, mikey is forwarding you the picture, and if you’re there he’s leaning over to show you.
“is that supposed to be edible?” you’ll quip with a grin, poking mild fun at how neither of you would be able to identify a single ingredient on that plate. looks like maybe some strange gels and.. leaves?
“fuck, if i know.” mikey laughs, taking the phone back to squint at the image. “y’wanna say somethin’?”
“yeah, yeah. send him that emoji with, like, the stars on the eyes.”
there’s a beat of silence, presumably while he’s searching for the emoji in question. you should’ve expected this much, for he promptly relents, waving the phone in frustration.
“pick something normal to say!” he huffs, jaw clenched in attempts not to smile when your face outright splits into a grin. now you’re snickering at him, leaning over to swipe the phone.
you sit there, bringing up the little search bar to find the emoji within a few seconds. “you didn’t even look properly.” you chastise him. “so old.”
“hey! i’m not fuckin’ old, richie’s old. dude has a kid, that makes someone old.” mikey contests when the phone is handed back, looking to the string of emoji’s you’d sent to carmy with your name tagged at the end.
“whatever, just message your brother.” you urge him, already making your way back into the kitchen. the main perk of hanging out at the beef, besides your boyfriend, was all the free coffee you could steal.
that silence lasts about a minute longer, where you’re jabbing at buttons on the old, shitty espresso machine. it whirs with a sound alike to malfunctioning, but you’ve been told it’s fine, it’ll work.
“hey, come back,” mikey suddenly calls out. “how’d ya get that search thing up?”
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