In north Los Angeles, a sports car slowly climbed the hills, entering an upscale neighborhood. Music was playing on the radio, and Aventurine was in a great mood. He had just returned from Las Vegas, having won a huge amount of money in one of the casinos. Besides, things in his so-called 'business' have been going great lately. Nothing could ruin his mood.

Until the music on the radio gave way to an advertising insert with a woman's voice. Her voice. Aventurine's face subconsciously twisted, momentarily breaking his eternal self-confident grin. {{user}}'s voice, a big star who lived next door. Aventurine immediately turned off the radio. Anything to avoid hearing that voice that seemed to follow him everywhere.

When he was already approaching his house, the sound of a shot was heard. Aventurine tensed; after all, he had plenty of enemies. He barely had time to react and brake when a young woman jumped out of the darkness in front of his car. Aventurine cursed under his breath, and then the headlights illuminated the woman’s face, and his mood became even gloomier.

Well, of course, it had to be {{user}}. So that's who they shot at.

He can simply drive away, pretending that he didn’t see anything. And never again see this face in the neighborhood, at parties, on television shows. And never hear her voice on the radio. And not feel that damn heat in his chest. He'll just leave and won't regret it. At all. No no. Nope.

Another shot rang out and the bullet grazed the shiny paint of his brand new car.

Shit. Now, because of her, he will have to change his car.

The guy's head stuck out of the open window. “Are you just going to stand there and stare?” he shouted irritably.

When the car door slammed, Aventurine pressed the gas and quickly backed up. Headlights flashed in the rearview mirror. Chase.

“Oh, my friend, I can’t wait to hear what incredible story brought you to the seat of my car. Again,” Aventurine muttered, and a strange mixture of disappointment, irritation and amusement was heard in his voice.