The Luckiest Girl In The World

Don't think Dante didn't see you there, Max. Don't think he wasn't trying to bury an inappropriate snicker in his soda, either.

"Yeah, she was," he said. "Hm." He scrolled back up. "Junior, maybe? She could play off freshman as a kid thing..."

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HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT DANTE, THANK YOU. HE WAS KEEPING HIS EYES TO HIMSELF.

And there, buried in October of 2014 were two videos. Both of them started with her in a chair, but only one had her in boots, the other was an oversized white shirt.

They were titled "Fuck Gremlins1" and "Fuck Gremlins2."

"Find it?"

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"Oh yeah," Dante said, laughing. "Holy fuck."

He pressed play, dropping the phone on the table.

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"Nuguna hanbeonjjeumeun sarange ulgo..."

At the fountain, Kathy groaned, covering her face with her hands.

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"Oh shit!" Max said, blinking. "She can sing!"

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"And yet she never really joined the band," Dante sighed loudly.

Mind you, he was also admiring those... boots. Yep.

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"Why are you doing this to me?" Kathy called across the diner.

Pouting, yes.

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"Your own fault for mentioning it!" Dante called. "Besides, this is badass!"

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Max gave her the double-thumbs up. "You've got talent!"

And legs for days, but he was not noticing that, thank you.

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Kathy went back to trying to phase into the soda machines.

She was failing.

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Dante snickered loudly as he finished watching that clip. "Thanks for the backup, man," he joked.

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"Hey, I was curious," Max said. "Honestly, I thought it was going to be bad."

Instead, it had been entirely the opposite.

"So, why didn't she join the band?"

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"Bad timing, mostly," Kathy said, returning to the table not that the music was over. "Dante didn't really get started on it until after I...came back to LA."

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"College?" Max guessed.

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A wry smile crossed Kathy's face. "I got into Stanford," she said.

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"It was complicated," Dante said wryly. "Not to get too far into the weeds, but we were kinda on a break. And... Well. She's at NYU now."

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Kathy snorted into her soda at that but Max wasn't sure why and it seemed best not to press.

"Still, Stanford and NYU, both good schools," he said quickly, feeling like a shitty guidance counselor or something. "I was UCLA music, myself. Err, you?" he asked Dante.

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"I'm not really a college kinda guy," Dante said, with a little sheepish laugh. "Kinda proud of myself for finishing high school, actually."

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"Not that he's dumb," Kathy said a little sharply, lest Max get the wrong idea. "There was just a lot going on and school was never a high priority."

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"School isn't a high priority for lots of people," Max said easily. "Learned a trade instead?"

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"You could say that," Dante said, grinning a little. "I do, uh, private detective work, I guess."

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"That's, uhhh..." For a minute, Max was stumped. "Okay, how the hell did you fall into that?" he finally asked.

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"Long fucking story," Dante said, laughing a little. "My neighbourhood had kinda, uh, a crisis recently? Loads of people went missing. I just stepped in to help."

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