Page 50 of Aim Assist

And the very same Amy who's been avoiding me for days, after our charged encounter in the hotel.

I can't stop sneaking glances at her, my mind reeling. What are the odds? That the badass gamer girl I've been crushing on from afar is the same gorgeous, frustrating woman I can't get out of my head in real life?

I should've known. Should've recognized that voice. Should've put it together.

K clears their throat and I realize I'm still grinning like an idiot. I try to school my expression, but I can't quite wipe the smile off my face. Amy. Here. Right in front of me.

What do I even do with that? After the way things went down at the hotel, the days of awkward avoidance, I'm not sure where we stand.

I glance over at her again, my heart hammering in my ears. AmYDeadYet. Amy. One and the same.

Ready to knock on Amy's hotel room, it opens out of nowhere and Amy nearly barrels into me.

It's starting to feel like a habit.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Grabbing her arm to steady her, I study her panicked face.

"It's K! Some crazy woman is attacking him in the parking lot!"

Shit. I guide her toward the elevators. "Okay, just breathe. We'll get down there."

I have to run behind her, because the woman only has go and stop as her two speeds. She trembles with pent-up energy as the elevator brings us slowly down twelve stories, and I take her hand, running my thumb over her knuckles. "It'll be alright. It's not K's first rodeo."

She's not listening, her eyes glued to the numbers above the doors. When they open, she's bolting through the crowd, on the hunt.

I chase after her, bursting into the parking lot.

There's K, elf ears askew, gripping a woman by her bleached hair as she thrashes and spits. Amy gasps as the woman's flails, hitting K in the face with their own crown that she has some sort of death grip on.

The woman screeches a vile slur I won't repeat. K casually tosses her aside when they see Amy running to help. It's obvious that they have the entire situation under control, so I saunter behind, waiting to see what's going on.

The woman goes sprawling, and K snatches their crown out of her hands.

Then the woman's eyes land on me. Her face transforms into a manic grin. What the hell?

"Inside, both of you," K orders, motioning to a few security officers that I see now in the distance, rushing toward us.

Amy hesitates, a vicious look on her face as she stares at the woman, but I grab her arm and usher her toward the hotel.

"What happened?" I ask K, who snorts as they jam their crown back onto their head.

"Just a little clean-up. Another stalker of yours. I'll never understand how they always find you."

Amy's trying to walk next to K, but jealousy doesn't give a fuck that K's happily married to their husband. I nudge her to the other side of me so she has to peer around me to talk to them.

K watches my every move, a smirk curving their lips. Yeah, I'm gonna hear all about it later.

K thrives on drama. The fun drama, not the stalker-in-a-parking-lot drama. "Where'd you find her?"

"She was trying to break into your car over by the valet parking. Chased her ass down. She was offended by the crown, kept screaming that she's your fiancee and I was gonna rue the day. You know, the usual shit."

"Did she figure out where he was from watching our stream?" Amy asks, taking all of this in surprising stride.

"Could be. They're resourceful. We're lucky to have caught her." K fiddles with one of their elf ears, which isn't sitting on their ear properly.

"Hold on." The daylight's fading, but I squint and figure it out. It was damaged in the fight. "You're going to need a new one. It's torn down the seam."

"Fucking twatwaffle doesn't know culture when it's standing right in front of her fucking painted-on face. Even if they're cheap, they didn't deserve to be ruined like that."

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