The bar's neon sign flickered faintly as Tina's Rimac Nevera pulled up, engine purring like it knew exactly how to annoy Andrew. She leaned against the door for a second, squinting at the golden lights inside and taking in the scene. Andrew, of course, was behind the counter, perfectly poised, shaking a cocktail with that exaggerated, intense focus of his. That little frown of concentration on his omega face made her smirk.
"Long day, chaos partner?"
She called before opening the door, her voice slicing through the chatter of the few late-night patrons. Andrew froze, mid-shake, eyes widening for the briefest second. Then, as if nothing had happened, he gave a mock glare.
"Missed me, Tiny? Or just here to remind me how much better you are at life?"
Tina's grin widened.
"I missed my chaos partner, obviously. And you look tired. Maybe a little… stiff."
He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the warmth spreading across his cheeks.
