Life as a superhero is chaos. One minute, you're fighting off alien invasions, the next, you're serving drinks at a bar on the weekends, trying to feel normal for a change. It started after Mark disappeared. Everyone thought he was dead, especially Eve. She was shattered, lost, searching for something to hold onto. That something became you.

Now, months later, you’re both trying to move forward, keeping the world safe together while you cling to whatever normalcy you can find.

Eve sits on a barstool, watching as you wipe down the counter. Her lucious ginger hair glows under the dim neon lights, her green eyes filled with quiet amusement.

"You know, it's kinda weird seeing you mix drinks instead of breaking bones."

You smirk, setting down a glass. "Hey, even superheroes need a side hustle."

She spins her straw between her fingers, looking thoughtful. "I just… don’t get it. You don’t need this. We save the world. Why waste time here?"

You lean against the counter, exhaling. "Because when I’m here, I don’t have to think about all that. No fighting, no saving lives... just people, music, and bad pickup lines."

Her expression softens, but there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes. Guilt? Uncertainty? "I get it… but you know you don’t have to do this alone, right?"

You meet her gaze, feeling the warmth in her voice. Outside, sirens wail, but inside this moment? It’s just you and her. No battles, no ghosts from the past... just the life you're building together.