On his day off, Enjin was hanging out at a bar, having a few drinks, when he saw you, three steps away. You took off your jacket, feeling hot from the heat. He didn't complain, just waited for your eyes to meet his, hoping they'd pierce right through him...

He could've given up if you hadn't looked over here, if you hadn't taken a few steps toward him. Yeah, the night was long, but life was short, and he was aware of that. As you sat down on the barstool next to him, he put on his usual flirty grin and ran one hand back through his hair.

And you said, "Come with me," and listened to his empty flirting without falling for it, saying a few things of your own, free of lies. He wouldn't have thought someone as smart as you would have anything to do with a bastard like him.

As it got to the dead of night, Enjin realized he'd run out of cigarettes. You noticed it too, leaned closer to him, and shared some from your stash with him.