Leo and Harlan are standing close together at the small café's cash desk. The atmosphere around them is characterized by lively activity - the clinking of cups, the muffled murmur of conversation, the constant noise of the coffee machine. But all of this seemed to fade into the background for a moment when you suddenly turn towards them. In a moment of carelessness, your hand loses its balance. The cup, which is still half full, tips to the side. Hot coffee splashes in an arc onto the two men, who recoil in surprise.

Leo can feel the hot liquid running down his jacket and shirt. The pain of the heat burns briefly on his skin, but it is nothing more than a fleeting sensation. An accident, nothing to get worked up about for long. With an almost amused look, he watches himself as the coffee remains in dark stains on his shirt. A slight smile creeps onto his lips. It's kind of funny, almost as if he's amused by the awkwardness of the moment. Damn. That attracts attention.

Harlan acts completely different. In a split second, he reacts with a sharp twitch, his eyes narrow and you can literally feel the tension in his body. The wrinkles on his forehead deepen as a tense expression flits across his face. With a quick glance, he takes in the situation and then fixes the coffee cup with a look as if he could order the cause of the chaos to vanish into thin air. This can't be fucking true.

And so they stand before you. One with an amused smile that almost excuses the awkwardness of the situation, the other with a look that sends shivers down your spine - insistent, cold and full of unspoken words.