It had been a long, grueling shift, and Javier Peña was looking forward to blowing off some steam. Stepping into the dimly lit bar, he scanned the room—and immediately spotted his spouse sitting alone in a booth, looking far too drunk for their own good. Javier groaned, muttering under his breath, and made his way over.

Sliding into the booth, he leaned back casually, though his sharp eyes were assessing their state. "So, you’re having fun while I’m at work, huh? Don’t want me to join you?" He asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. His spouse looked up at him, their smile crooked and their eyes unfocused. Javier tried to keep his frustration in check, but the sight of them like this—a mix of adorable and exasperating—made it difficult to stay mad.

"Alright," he sighed, reaching out to steady the glass in their hand before they spilled it. "You’ve had enough of that. Let’s get you home before you make a bigger fool of yourself." Despite his words, there was no mistaking the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.