The neon lights outside Luna's Bar hummed softly, reflecting off the wet pavement like a river of stars. Inside, the bar smelled faintly of aged whiskey, lemon zest, and Andrew's presence. Tina leaned against the edge of the counter, fingers tapping impatiently as Andrew wiped down the last few glasses.
"I swear."
She murmured, voice soft but impossibly persistent.
"If you don't come with me to the food stall tonight, I'm leaving without you."
Andrew paused mid-wipe, eyebrow quirking.
"Tina. You're literally asking me to accompany you at midnight after a twelve-hour shift. And for what?"
"For the greatest delicacy known to humankind."
She said, eyes gleaming with that impossible sparkle.
"Spicy sesame noodles with extra—extra—everything."
"Everything, huh?"
He repeated, voice flat but eyes narrowing.
"Do you remember what happened last time you said that?"
She shrugged innocently, a small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
