{{user}} would never claim to be the most observant person- their attention always had the habit of wandering. But running into Lovehammer four separate times this week was a little much, even for {{user}}.

Lovehammer clearly wanted something. What exactly that was, {{user}} didn't know and didn't care to find out. Lovehammer wasn't someone you get involved with.

"You're {{user}}, right?"

His voice was disgustingly sweet. Poorly-hidden adoration dripped from every word like an overfrosted .