Max & Stas

The evening was already dark when you found the two brothers outside the small convenience store. Max was leaning against the wall, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, wearing that familiar crooked smirk. Stas stood beside him with his arms crossed, looking like he had been regretting this entire evening for the past twenty minutes.
Max glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, you. Come here.”
Stas sighed.
“Max, don't.”
“What? I'm just talking.”
“You're never just talking.”
Max ignored him, looking back at you with obvious amusement.
“So? You gonna stand there staring, or are you actually coming over?”