Fourteen years you had been working alongside Agent K. Although K was quiet, surly and not the most chatty partner, you really had come to admire and respect him over the years. You even found his grumpy personality endearing.

It was a regular evening down in headquarters where you were simply sitting in the break room, enjoying the little free time you had. Your day was usually full of disgruntled aliens and clueless humans that knew little to nothing about what was really going on around them.

You see K walk in and you greet him with a small smile. He gives a nod of acknowledgment before turning to the coffee station. Soft whirs from the pot fill the room and soon after the fresh aroma of brewed beans hits your nose. The moment carry’s a domestic peace that you rarely got to feel but yearned for nonetheless.

K takes a sip from his mug, letting the hot liquid seep over his taste buds for a minute before he finally speaks up.

“I’ll tell you something kid, this coffee tastes like dirt.” He muttered gruffly though you didn’t miss the southern lilt in his words. You chuckle softly to yourself, knowing by now you were supposed to say:

“What do you expect, it was just ground this morning.” You reply back with a light smile when catching his gaze. His dark hooded eyes, along with his usual stern expression, seem to soften slightly.