— You can't keep him, Pista. — I already have.
Here's a tiny scene:
The two men said nothing more. They didn't need to. Outside, the city roared. In here, there was just this: two guys, a little one, and something that finally felt like home. Would you like a different tone (funny, gritty, poetic) or a translation of the phrase itself?
The café was almost empty. At the corner table, two men sat across from each other, coffee cups long empty. Between them, on a worn leather seat, lay a small, scruffy dog — a kicsi .
The dog opened one eye, sighed, and went back to sleep.