I feel like superhero trading cards would definitely be a thing back in the glory days of heroes. Gazerbeam is my fav, so he gets one first. I'll post Gamma Jack's in a day or two.
Have you ever had a crisis after a mission or something like that?
anxiety attack
I have the headcanon that when Simon started as a Superhero, exactly 6 months after starting his career as a super, an accident occurred, a building fire during the night, while Gazerbeam, Gamma Jack, Frozone, Mister Incredible and Dynaguy were patrolling the city at night, they were informed of a fire near where they were patrolling, they went as quickly as possible to the scene of what happened and the building was on fire.
Gazerbeam, Gamma Jack, Mister Incredible and Dynaguy along with other supers who arrived at the scene, began to get the civilians out of the burning building, while Frozone tried to put out the fire with his ice (although it was in vain since the smoke from the fire caused Frozone to dehydrate quickly, inhibiting his powers).
While they were getting all the civilians they could out. Inside the burning building, Gazerbeam was carrying a small boy of about 12 years old in one arm and an unconscious adult woman with the other arm over his shoulder. When Gazerbeam ran out of the building with both of them in his arms, he managed to see a scared little girl coughing from the smoke from the fire, hiding under a table; Gazerbeam, noticing the girl, rushed out and left the boy and the woman he was carrying to safety in order to return as quickly as possible for the girl. When Gazerbeam left and left the boy and the woman with the paramedics, he ran as fast as he could inside the building again and went to the place where he had seen the girl hiding under the table to save her.
When he arrived at the place where the girl was, in fact, the girl was still there, but now lifeless (probably because she breathed too much smoke from the fire). When Gazerbeam saw the girl showing no signs of life, he picked her up in his arms and ran out of the building before it collapsed due to the fire, while running, he had faith that the girl was fine and that she was just unconscious, unfortunately that was not the case. When he went out with the girl in his arms, he quickly left her with the paramedics who tried to revive her for 10 minutes without success, when they saw that there was nothing that could be done for the girl, the paramedics proceeded to cover her body with a white sheet to continue caring for the other injured civilians.
Gazerbean just stared at the scene, paralyzed, stunned, and in shock. He loved his job as a super, helping people, protecting the weak, saving the defenseless. That's what Gazerbean had been doing for the past six months since he began his career as a super. He did it with love, passion, and determination. There was nothing Simon enjoyed more than helping people. And that's what he'd been doing for the past few months, successfully completing each of his missions. Even though it had been six months since Simon started as Gazerbeam, this was his... first reality check.
Here Simon realized that the hardest part of being a super is that you can't always save everyone.
He had never stopped to think that something like this could happen, he just thought that as long as he gave his best, everything would be fine. Besides, the other supers had been guiding him on how to be a super, on how to act under pressure (by Mister Incredible), on how to prioritize mid-fight (by Frozone), on how to deal with his fans (by Gamma Jack), etc, etc. But no one ever told him what to do in these situations, no one ever told him that these situations could happen and he hadn't stopped to think about it before either.
The fire was already out, only smoke and fire alarms remained. When Gazerbeam reacted and came out of shock, he looked around, at the civilians both injured and healthy, paramedics and firefighters running from one side to the other, supers helping injured civilians, a few other supers just staring perplexed at the destroyed building, he returned his gaze to the lifeless body of the girl already covered with a sheet. Gazerbeam began to feel a very strong pressure in his chest, a heaviness in his shoulders, he was short of air, breathing was difficult, he couldn't hear all the background noise, he only heard echoes, an overwhelming despair consumed him in a matter of seconds. He didn't know what to do and he didn't want anyone to see him like that, so he ran away from the crowd without anyone seeing him, he got away from the disaster, he stopped running and started walking, he went into an alley that was across the sidewalk he was walking on, his knees gave way as the darkness of the alley covered him, he collapsed to his knees on the ground, he still couldn't breathe, his head was spinning and there were only two images in his head, when the little girl was scared under the table and when the paramedics covered her with that white sheet.
In his head, the only thoughts bouncing around were: Could I have saved her if I'd hurried? Could I have carried all three of them? She was just a kid. Is it my fault? Did I really do my best? Could I have done more?!.
Gamma Jack looked through the crowd for his friends. He saw Frozone, Mister Incredible, and Dynaguy talking together near a fire truck. He approached them and asked where Gazerbeam was. They thought Gazerbeam and Gamma Jack were together. When they saw that they weren't, the four of them began to worry, wondering if something had happened to him, or if he was still inside the building. They asked a paramedic if they had seen Gazerbeam, to which he replied that he had seen him quickly leave the place a couple of minutes ago.
This calmed them down a bit, but they were still worried about where their friend had gone. They didn't hear from him again that night or the next day. The next time they saw each other, it was because Lucio and Bob had come looking for him at his office a couple of days after not hearing from him. To which Simon only excused himself by saying he had been very busy with work.
He didn't discuss the matter with anyone except Dicker.
ok so I've seen a lot of people have gazerbeam have red laser vision. And like I love the idea that his eyes flash red when he stares at something to long or intently. But also like red is over used for laser vision and I've seen someone do blue because of his eye color. And that makes since because blue flames burn hotter that red flames. And I'm like torn on what way to write and like what if I did a mix of the two like when its just a quick like thing or accidental its red but when its intense and really strong its blue. Would that make since?
Word Count: 4,211
Warnings/Notes: cute awkward moments, suggestive content, work friends, minor angst, a blurb of Simon’s fantasy, and kinda cheesy dialogue.
Summary: After talking a little after work, Ambrosia asks Simon to meet up at a local diner to chat and drink coffee.
Author's Note: The OC Ambrosia belongs to @fangh0uul , I hope you enjoy this fic! 😊
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In the vast metropolis, another bright and vibrant day was underway. For most citizens, their days were spent indoors working through another shift at their job. But for Ambrosia, it was not just another day.
Sitting in her chair, she was hard at work, typing diligently eat each word spoken within the courtroom. A stenographer’s work was quite the task. The room held the usual. People with opposing beliefs, spirited differences of opinion, and passionate debates across the room But none was a passionate as Simon Paladino.
The smooth sound of the lawyer’s voice made Ambrosia’s body jolt in place with a minute squeak. As subtle a movement and reflex as it was, it was enough to send a flood of embarrassment through her. Pursing her lips tightly together, she made a solid effort to contain herself. Words still had to be recorded. There was no room for such a distraction and pause with her work. And yet, there he was. Simon stood, as any other did in his position, and yet it was his words that were somehow different. She never knew of someone, anyone, whose voice alone could have such an effect on her.
“The Supers were not an unregulated group of people. They had the capabilities to organize together and analyze a dangerous situation…often times before authorities ever could reach the scene of a crime.”
Ambrosia could have swooned off her seat and onto the courtroom floor. The blame would not have been on his voice alone. Simon was a man of intelligence. It could be noticed by his manner of speaking, the dignity that he held within that deep baritone of his.
The case continued for some time. Ambrosia’s fingers danced over the keys almost effortlessly. There was not a single word uttered from his mouth that she would miss. But it felt like all too soon that Simon ceased talking and the session came to an end.
Sighing quietly to herself, Ambrosia arranged the equipment in front of her. Thoughts began to stir in her mind and she pondered on what she would give to hear that voice of his again.
Finished with her job for the day, Ambrosia entered one of the main corridors. The ambition in her daily task left her hands a bit sore. But sometimes the soreness was a reminder of another job well done.
Stretching and flexing her hands as she walked across the echoing floor, her bag slipped down from her shoulder. A squeak left her mouth as her hands swatted and fumbled to catch the bag before it swung off of her arm completely. When she placed it back over her shoulder, she heard him. She could feel how her heart-rate raised from his voice. And when she glanced down the hall and spotted him talking to someone, her heart leapt again.
Eyeing the empty hallway with frantic eyes, she slid over by the wall to collect herself. The bag falling was one thing, but having her co-worker and friend, a very attractive one, be in her path to exit the building was not ideal in that moment. She internally groaned. How can someone’s voice be so alluring?
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her rushing blood as subtly as possible. And when she next looked up, she was met with a set of dazzling blue eyes.
Simon’s kind eyes looked back at her from down the hall. With a smile, he watched as Ambrosia walked over, an air of confidence in her stride.
“Hi, Simon.”
“Good afternoon, Ambrosia,” Simon greeted, his eyes shifting back to the colleague beside him.
“Excuse me,” they nodded to the pair before leaving down the hall.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” she began, resisting the sudden urge to touch her hair. “How are things—you?”
“I am well, thank you,” he replied, adjusting to hold his briefcase to the side of his leg. “I believe that I can safely assume your good nature is from a productive work day.”
“You may, because you are correct in that assumption,” she grinned at the thought. “”Alright so…I—do you always know how to eloquently speak in a courtroom, or does it come naturally? Whenever I’m in there, no one speaks quite like you do.”
Simon’s eyes darted away as he dipped his head in his moment of bashfulness. “I simply take my time…and say what I know to be true and honest. I see no reason to be anything else. There would be no good reason—or reason at all to be brash or uncivil. That would hardly help to bring awareness to people that the return of the Supers is what’s best for the safety of the community and nation at large, for example.”
Ambrosia could not help herself, the smile spreading over her face was inescapable. Whether it was from his words or his voice alone, she was not about to admit. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. You speak so well, and”—
The squeak of a dress shoe made her flinch. To her side, a pair of people, equally well-dressed, walked by. They were a little too close for that brief moment, whether she knew it or not. Her brows furrowed at the thought. She did not recall their names, or if she ever knew in the first place.
“Maybe we should talk later,” she offered, looking back at Simon.
He smiled, “Yes, that would be nice.”
“There’s a little diner a few blocks from here,” she shrugged. “We could get a coffee and chat.”
His eyebrows rose above the rim of his glasses. “Oh. You meant to actually meet?”
“Yeah…if that’s all right?”
“Of course,” he replied, soothing her sudden nerves. “When would you like to meet?”
Thinking it over for a moment, she nodded. “How about in half an hour? That’ll give us plenty of time. There isn’t much traffic around this time.”
“Then I will meet you then.”
Ambrosia beamed in joy. “Alright, so…yes. This is great! I’ll meet you there,” she exclaimed in a slightly higher pitch. Carefully stepping around him, she made her way to the exit. And as she left the building, she was filled with joyful nerves of anticipation. After al, it would be the first time that she met with him outside of work. All the more time to listen to that voice of his.
Meanwhile, and unbeknownst to her, Simon too shared the same sentiments.
Entering the diner, Simon’s eyes scanned each seat. Ambrosia was not there yet. He took a breath and made his way to one of the empty booths. There were not many customers at that hour, unless they preferred a late lunch. Adjusting his suit, he hardly had to wait a moment before a friendly waitress walked up beside the table.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled. “Is there anything you’d like to start with?”
“Not just yet, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.”
“Not a problem,” she nodded, walking away with her notepad and pen.
The atmosphere was quiet enough to have a simple conversation without the need to raise one’s voice. From a decoration standpoint, it was modern. The usual clean shapes and array of colors were a staple of at the time. In fact, it had never changed since he first began to visit the establishment. The streamlined furniture and decor steadily brought back memories. A time when his life had changed. Supers, who became his friends, offering and encouraging the life of superhero work. To be accepted, finally a part of a community that understood him; for the most part. It was not always easy, he remembered, folding the corners of a napkin. Not all Supers could agree on the actions they should take, and how. He had faced the disagreements between fellow Supers, even those on the same team. But he would easily take all of that again over the ban on Supers.
Simon sighed quietly to himself. It had been a rough first year. There was not a day that went by where he did not wish to put on his supersuit and helmet again. To do good. To be needed. That was why he fought for change. If people had the abilities, extraordinary ones, to do good, then why not let them. He lost so much that day. A part of himself. He wanted—needed to help. There was still plenty of time for him to do Super work. It made him wonder what he could be up to if he were to continue legally under the alias of Gazerbeam…
The late afternoon sun would cast an orange glow across the city. With a sunset just around the corner, his phone would ring. But no just any phone. The call would urgently request for Gazerbeam to assist in a situation. His civilian clothes would be splayed out onto his bed, unnecessary for the task. He would slip into his supersuit, exchanging his glasses for his particularly designed helmet, visored for his unique ability.
Racing to the scene, he dodges and avoids any and all obstacles that would dare stand in his way. Time was precious. Every good Super knew that. One had to think quickly, even under pressure of an ongoing situation.
The destination laid out before him. A small green patch of park, square in the middle of the city. The usual place of pleasant activities now held the latest Super situation. And there, up in a tree, was Ambrosia.
“What seems to be the trouble ma’am?” He asked, jogging up to the stocky foliage.
“I was rescuing a cat!” She exclaimed, the warm hues of the sunset illuminating her curls ethereally. “The poor thing was meowing so pitifully.”
A quick glance around revealed an ungrateful feline scampering away in the distance.
“Not to worry,” he assured, “I’ll help you down safely.”
“But what if I fall?” She asked, clinging onto the bark of the tree.
“Then I will catch you,” he said in earnest. “Stay still for a moment.” He advised before focusing his vision intensely on the peculiarly shaped branch that restrained one of her shoes. A blast of perfectly aimed red light scorched off a chunk of the tree branch, freeing her.
With clear words, he instructed her descent form the tree. One directive and literal step at a time, she got closer to the safety of the ground. Her strong physique assisted in her own cautious movements.
When she was within reach, he offered his arms to her in an open gesture. Trust shown in her eyes as she allowed herself to fall completely into his arms. He caught her easily, of course; her arms securing themselves around his shoulders.
“Thank you,” she smiled. A gentle breeze wafted the beautiful scent of her stray curls into his face, and his breath nearly caught in his throat.
“You’re very welcome,” he nodded. Clamoring onto his composure became almost obsolete.
Ambrosia planted her feet back on the ground. And thought she was safe and secure, her hands remained on him. Gracefully, her hands caressed down his neck to his shoulders. The intensity of her gaze could have torn through the durable material of his supersuit.
Her skin appeared so soft, but it would have been impossible to investigate with his gloves on. But would she allow such a thing? Would she be shy about their closeness and look away? Some citizens tended to be a little bashful. Utter amazement caused a few to blush in those days. Such a reaction from her would have been quite cute. Or was she capable of being daring? There had been times when a citizen had made a move or a suggestive remark if they ever found the chance to do so. It helped to have half of his face concealed whenever that rarity occurred to him. Sometimes a supersuit had it’s additional benefits.
His thoughts continued to wander. A more daring Ambrosia stood firmly in front of him. Confidence radiated off of her. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and carved a path down the v-marking on his chest. The smooth action made his mouth run dry and his neck grow warm beneath his collar.
“Oh, Gazerbeam,” she spoke gently, “you helped me when no one else would. I needed you, and you came to my rescue so fast.”
“I simply did my duty, ma’am,” he smiled humbly, feeling a warmth spread increasingly over his face.
Her eyes bore into him. “And any good Super would easily go beyond the line of duty…wouldn’t they?”
“Yes…I”—
“And you would not be opposed to a little thank you gift, would you?”
“I…There is no need, but I would appreciate it nevertheless.”
His eyes, though hidden behind his visor, looked quickly between her eyes and parted lips. The way she glided her hands back up made his chest rise faster with each breath. On instinct or need, he knew not, his own hands found her waist. The draw to her lips were unmatched, and when they touched his own, his mind swam in her essence. The way her lips moved with his sent his blood racing. And when her fingers weaved into the exposed hair under the back of his visor, he held her tighter. Angling his head, he deepened the kiss. It was almost desperate in his attempt to get closer, as if it was possible. And though his eyes were shut, he felt an increasing warmth there. All too familiar and dangerous.
Snapping his head to the side, Simon tore himself out of his elaborate daydream. He swept his eyesight along the booth’s table in front of him. No signs of damage. The secrets he held within him were still safe, locked away.
The ding of the bell of the diner door brought his focus away from the table and toward the newly arrived customer. There she was. Ambrosia. He swore that he could feel the heat rise on his face, up to the tips of his ears. The sheer instinct to hide overcame him in his flustered state. But they had clearly intended to meet, so reacting in such a manner would not be an option. Taking a calming breath, Simon adjusted his tie.
As Ambrosia walked further in to the diner, Simon caught himself gazing for a moment. Surely any ordinary citizen would have waved down their friend. The light filtering in from the main windows set a glow behind her. The illumination haloed around her. It seemed to brighten when she spotted him, smiling as she approached the booth. And instant after, her face twisted. Tripping over her own feet, she stumbled forward. The sudden movement ignited something within Simon. He stood in time with an outreached hand, but stopped.
“Got it! Phew…sorry, that was close,” Ambrosia laughed to herself, one hand clasping onto the cushion of the both for support.
Simon sighed inaudibly, and sat back down. “As long as you’re alright.”
“Absolutely,” she smiled as reassuringly as she could. Sitting down across form him, she eyed the table. “Did you just get here too?”
“I wanted to wait for you before ordering anything.”
“Oh! I’m sorry that I kept you waiting.”
“It’s perfectly alright. I was not waiting long.”
The apologizing caught Simon’s attention. It struck him differently than a polite apology normally should have. Granted, just before the official ban on all Supers, there was plenty of finger pointing and blame to be had. Since then, it was from those who did not support the return of the Supers. The very thing he was now dedicating his life to.
“So, um” — Ambrosia paused, noticing the waitress walk over.
“Hello,” she smiled, “are you two ready to order?”
Simon gave a small hand gesture, indicating for Ambrosia to go first.
“Oh, um, I’ll have a coffee,” she shrugged, before glancing at the small specials menu standing at the end of the table by the napkins and other assorted necessities. “And that! Please.” Pointing at a dessert eagerly, she watched as the waitress jotted down her order.
The woman turned to Simon. “And for yourself, sir?”
“Your original coffee, please.”
“Alright…I’ll be back with your orders.”
The pair at the table tanked her before resorting to a short silence in her absence.
Ambrosia pursed her lips, her attention back on the well-dressed man in front of her. “So…do you come here often?”
“Yes,” Simon nodded, casually looking around. “I’ve been visiting this diner for a few years now. It’s a nice place to sit and read. Or to reconfigure a case that I’m working on. But, the latter is only from time to time, not often. It…can be quiet, I quite like that. It helps when I want to—say…reestablish my case points for dropping the Super ban.”
Ambrosia rested her chin on her hand. “Why do you want the Supers back so badly?” She shook her head at the thought. “What good reason could there possibly be? Without them around, it’s been quiet. Especially in the literal sense. There are no Super Villains trying to get revenge or out-smart a Super…”
The small click clack of shoes gave away the waitress’s approach. “Two coffees, and this for you.” She said, happily placing the plate and two mugs down on the table. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you.”
As she left, Simon sipped at his drink. “To answer your question…I think as a fellow citizen that it is a matter of safety. Yes, there has been a dramatic decrease in Super Villain activity, however crime still persists. That has not gone away. Some may even say that people participating in such foul activities have felt encourage to do so with the ban in place. With the Supers, there was a sense of real safety. A safety in knowing there are people who genuinely want to help, and who can. In fact, often times faster than the local law enforcement.”
Ambrosia hummed in thought at his words. “True, but think of the implication. There are no Supers—hero or villain—running around the city to worry about. People with insanely superhuman abilities, and in some cases, oddly magical or supernatural in nature. No citizen has too worry about them anymore. It’s normal now. Only the usual, normal, average, everyday people.” Locked in on her own stream of words, she failed to realize that she reached for Simon’s mug instead of her own. “There’a sense of safety with that knowledge,” she said, taking a quick sip of the coffee before setting down the mug.
Simon’s brows rose a little surprised by her action. Though, he was by no means angered or disgusted, simply curious about her. This fueled his conflicting thoughts. On one hand, she was notably smart, with a voice of reason to understand both sides. On the other, he needed people to agree with his standpoint. That aside, he had his suspicions about her reasonings. He had known her for a long while. And even though he was not a Super anymore, did not mean that he would toss away caution.
“Do you see over there?” She pointed out a customer’s newspaper a few tables over.
Simon nodded subtly, not wanting to draw attention.
“It’s been a year, an anniversary, or my mother’s greatest moment,” she whispered in indifference. “It’s still in question as to whether or not the on-sight allegations are true. She took out armed guards as if they were untrained rookies. Supernatural or a great illusion. Is that really what we need, Simon?”
He found himself folding the corners of a napkin again. “Supers were able to handle situations like that unfortunate event. It could have been prevented…or less catastrophic at the least.”
Her brows furrowed, “Against paranoia inducing powers? And how would you have handled that?”
Those blue eyes of his held hers for a long second. Her wording, it was too close, accusatory. “Supers,” he emphasized, “created plans. Especially when they knew who they were going up against. They didn’t take chances like that.”
There was a heavy silence hanging between them. At least, until Ambrosia’s expression dropped. She sat up straight though her eyes remained looking at the table. “I’m sorry, I just…I experienced certain things growing up.”
“She really was your mother?” He asked, receiving a nod from her. “That…could not have been easy for you. And your father…was he a civilian?”
“No,” she let out a dry laugh. “Her stealth and brutality reeled in a stoic but even more brutal man.”
The slump of his shoulders piqued her interest. “Oh…I would never have considered…being you’re so nice. It hardly adds up logically.”
“Hah, I know, but,” she smiled at a new train of thought. Commonplace for her. “Do you have any kids?”
His eyes widened, struck by the personal question. “No. No, I do not.”
“Well, either way, you must have somebody at home,” she lightly kicked her feet under the table. “Oh, your wife is a lucky lady.”
“No, I’m afraid I,” he adjusted his glasses, “I do not do well with those sorts of relationships in particular.”
“You could have fooled me,” she leaned forward on her elbows. “But I’m surprised… guy like you whose so smart…you’ve got a job, and you’re easy going—as far as I can tell.”
“That’s, um…I cannot hold eye contact for very long.”
“Oh,” her nose scrunched at the thought. “Oh yeah, no, I get that way too. Socializing can be overwhelming. Overstimulating, too. It’s just too much sometimes.”
Simon was struck by the revival of his infatuation. It was a delightful surprise to have someone understand, at least at a certain level. Granted, the real reason for his lack of eye contact was his laser vision. Not that he would be mentioning it out-loud in a public space. To have someone not infer his eye contact as disinterest or anything aside from the fact nearly astounded him. He was an intelligent man, and she recognized that.
“Oh,” she giggled, catching his attention. “I forgot that I ordered this.” In front of her, she began to pick at the plated dessert. “This is delicious!” She exclaimed, happily offering a small serving to him.
Simon swallowed his sip of coffee quickly. Not that he could have guessed that she was going to feed it to him. “Oh…thank you,” he patted his lips with a napkin.
“How do you like it?” She beamed at him.
“You were correct…it was delicious.”
“Right? It’s basically like eating candy, it’s so good.” She paused in thought for a moment while Simon quietly collected himself. “”What kind of candy would you be?”
“Oh? One of those questions…let me see…”
The handsome man across from her was taking the question very seriously. She was not. Leaning closer to him, she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “I wonder what you’d taste like…”
Choking on his own unspoken words, Simon once again reached for the coffee mug, his fingers scrambling to find purchase around the ceramic circumference.
Ambrosia’s head tilted in the slightest. From her hidden powers, she could sense the rush of his pulse. She smirked at the knowledge. “Because I don’t think you would be just a solid bar of chocolate.”
Simon nodded to himself, allowing himself to breathe easier.
“Maybe one of those fancy truffles,” she guessed as she continued eating her dessert. “The ones with a chocolate shell, but a whole flavorful surprise on the inside.”
Simon smiled as they fell into a comfortable silence. Both enjoyed their own mugs of coffee until those and the plate in front of Ambrosia was empty. At a point, even the waitress went by briefly for the payment of their orders.
Though Simon’s eyes usually averted long contact, she noticed his upward glance. She too peered over to the far wall and read the time on the clock. The realization hit a pit in her stomach, “Oh…I should be heading home.” She offered an apologetic smile to Simon.
“That’s perfectly alright,” he acknowledged, his thumb rubbing against the smooth ceramic mug.
“I had a nice time talking with you,” she exchanged the genuine pleasantry. “I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you…outside of work.” Grabbing a pen out of her bag, she snatched an unused napkin and placed it on the table. In a quick yet determined manner, she scribbled down her name and phone number. Standing up, she handed the napkin to Simon with a wink. By her casual assessment, she could tell that they shared the same feelings about one another.
As she turned and sauntered away from the table, Simon could only stare. At least to the best of his ability. His eyes flickered around her retreating form until she exited the diner and walked out of sight.
It had been quite an eventful afternoon. At least for Simon. Granted, there was no immediate danger, no rescue, nothing of citywide gratifying consequence.
Looking down at the number on the napkin within his grasp, he allowed himself to believe. “There’s a chance.”
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