You walked into the bodega, the cool air on your skin welcoming compared to the hot air outside. You headed to the back, opening a fridge and looking for a drink. Usnavi saw you and decided to play with you. He walked on the opposite side of the glass door, exhaling, before drawing a little smiley face in the condensation he had made. He smirked.

Sonny watched from the register, amused at whatever attempt at flirting this was. Usnavi was never that good at it.