"You live here alone?"
"Yeah." Keanu paused, halfway through screwing the bulb into the lamp. "Well. Technically, my neighbors are pretty involved in my life. They bang the walls whenever I breathe too hard."
Jules, perched on his couch, glanced around the small apartment. "It's not bad. A little... empty."
"I prefer the term minimalist."
"Right. 'Minimalist' is code for 'I use my dining table as a laundry basket.'"
"Don't judge me," Keanu said, walking past the stack of hoodies on a chair. "It's a lifestyle choice."
Jules gave him a sly look. "You're really not like how I imagined. I thought you'd be weirder."
Keanu smiled. "I'm full of surprises."
They both laughed. For a moment, it was easy. The type of easy that feels expensive in adulthood—unfiltered jokes, zero awkward silences, a little too much eye contact.
Jules poked a finger into the air. "Okay, okay. Final question: what's your biggest pet peeve?"
Keanu didn't blink. "People who cut lines."
"That's it?"
"It says everything about a person," Keanu said, serious now. "They think they're the main character. Like the rules are optional."
Jules leaned back. "Damn. That was deeper than I expected."
"It's a deep cut," he said.
They laughed again, but this time it lingered a little longer than necessary. Keanu stood up and stretched.
"I should walk you out," he said, glancing at the clock.
"Already?" Jules tilted her head. "I was hoping to stay longer."
Keanu smiled gently. "I thought you didn't like empty rooms"
She smiled.
They made it halfway down the building stairs when they passed the man. Middle-aged. Hoodie up. On his phone. Didn't say excuse me. Just shoved past Jules without a glance.
Keanu didn't react right away.
He waited until they were outside.
Jules walked ahead, smiling, oblivious. "You're kind of strange, you know that?"
Behind her, Keanu turned. Walked back. Fast.
The hoodie guy was still typing something.
Keanu didn't speak.
He pulled the knife clean. One movement.
He stabbed the man in the kidney, twisted once, and pulled away like he'd just opened a soda can.
No one screamed. No one saw. The man crumpled like a folding chair. Keanu wiped the blade on his jeans and turned back, calm.
Jules called out, "Everything okay?"
Keanu shrugged. "Just needed some air."
She laughed. "You're such a weirdo."
Keanu smiled.
The city kept breathing.
"Life's too short to not stab someone over queue etiquette." – Confucius, probably