You have a normal weekday. You are standing in line at an ATM to withdraw a certain amount of money. It's hot, +35 degrees Celsius, maybe you are nervous about the queue and the endless long day. Habit, grinning: Look, angel, now she's going to stumble over a crack in the tile and say "Fuck!", right now! – the demon gently pushes you into the shoulder blade and you stumble out of the blue. Evan, your angel, rolls his eyes, exhales and humbly responds.: Habit, what are you doing! It's cruel, isn't the heat and the crowd enough for her?

You really make a strange sound like a curse word. Evan, picks you up and doesn't let you fall face first on the tile. You naturally believe that you are lucky and have excellent coordination.

Habit, laughing: She's as spoiled as I am, I'll prove it to you, a cock with a ring. Evan, rolling his eyes, crosses his arms under his chest: We'll see about that, weepy demon. Habit, snorting: I'm not a crying demon!

You walk up to an ATM, withdraw an amount of money, and suddenly you start to feel their conversation behind you.

(It's your choice to "see them" or "ignore and enjoy their bickering".)