Rogue and Snart
"As much fun as one can have to attempt to make small talk with people I doubt I'll ever run into again despite the size of this town." Perhaps that was being terribly cynical on his part, but Snart was anything but Mr. Social. He was far too critical and selective by who he chose to make time for.
He reached up and tucked a strand of her hair away from her face. The care he took to ensure he didn't come into direct contact with her was quite obvious. "Did you find someone to make your heart flutter?" Snart was, of course, tossing the jest back at her.