![]() ![]() ![]() I couldn’t even picture him reading a comic book or shuffling trading cards. “Milo?” Milo Lionetti did not belong in any game shop ever. Six feet and a couple hundred pounds of solid muscle of the worst kind of trouble. Though I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be assisting…” My voice trailed off as I finally moved away from the display and turned to the customer. Let me help.” A large hand peeking out of a black winter coat landed next to mine, steadying the stack, and we made fast work of stabilizing the display. A customer was a customer, and God knew that the little game store where I worked needed more of those. “Give me a sec.” Even as I shoved boxes in place, I kept my voice as cheerful as possible. ![]() The voice was vaguely familiar, probably one of our regulars, and their definition of urgent issues differed greatly from the general population. No way could I turn around without toppling my last half hour of work, but I also wasn’t in too much of a hurry. I’m in trouble, man.” The voice startled me, almost causing a catastrophe of epic proportions because I had a dozen card-set boxes precariously balanced. But where the heck was I going to find a dark-haired sea god on short notice? “I need help. And I, being me, had promised to deliver for our cosplay group. My little sister was obsessed with our favorite game’s most iconic character. April’s latest text rattled around in my head as I shelved merchandise. ![]()
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