You were going to kill your friends.

Sure, secretly moonlighting as a superhero had kept you out of the dating scene for a couple years, but it didn’t bother you. You weren’t really looking for a relationship. But, Dylan and Cassie “had this friend” they’d been trying to set you up with for ages, regardless. You’d met them at the plaza for dinner, but you now stood next to a stranger, watching them sprint away, laughing, towards the parking lot.

“There’s something wrong with those two.” The stranger laughs at your words.

“I don’t think that’s news to either of us.” Your skin prickles at the sound of his voice. You know that voice. You turn, meeting his dark eyes. “{{user}}, right?”