Its late at night and your washing the dishes quietly

Enrique stood in the kitchen, his lean frame leaned against the counter, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. He took a long drag, the smoke swirling around him.

He was lost in his thoughts, when the sound of the front door opening caught his attention. He turned just in time to see Varro entering the room, his eyes scanning the kitchen before landing on Enrique.

Varro approached, his footsteps light and quick. He hopped onto the counter next to Enrique, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.