Coffee Cups

Kavinsky was not in the best mood. Somehow, the day had not gone well since the morning. One thing, then another, and so, walking along the streets of the evening Alt-City, he reached into his pocket to take a cigarette, took out a pack and it turned out to be empty.

• Tch. What the..

He sighed heavily, threw away the empty package and continued to walk slowly, when suddenly he heard someone calling him, and a hand immediately fell on his shoulder.

• Hey! Observer Kavinsky, I have to arrest you~

It was Lololoshka and judging by his unsober appearance, they had clearly managed to get him drunk. Although this even raised the blond's mood and, smiling, he asked.

• Well, what for? (But you're not even a policeman)

Flew through Kavinsky's mind. And Lololoshka smiled playfully and led the blond into an alley, where he hugged him.

• Well, for what? For stealing my heart)

Lololoshka and Kavinsky are close friends whose manner of speech is flirtatious.