K leaned in closer, lowering their voice. “What if I told you I dreamt about you last night?”
“Accurate?” K tilted their head. “Okay. Accurately tell me one thing you like about me.”
“You always do,” Two muttered, but they were smiling — just barely — as the door swung shut.
K smirked. Two’s tongue was sharper than a broken bottle — that’s why K kept coming back. Not for the cheap beer, but for the verbal sparring that left them both breathless and grinning.
Two set the rag down. For a moment, the teasing flicker in their eyes softened into something quieter. They looked at K — really looked — then reached over and straightened the collar of K’s jacket with two fingers.
“Ah.” K nodded solemnly. “So you do care about my safety.”
Two didn’t look up. “I’m avoiding your face, mostly. But here we are.”
A beat of silence. The jukebox crackled back to life with a slow, twangy guitar.