ALEX
Got to be fucking kidding me.
Again?
I just want to enjoy a meal with Autumn, and now I have three girls in front of me. Not even five minutes after the family, the trio presses themselves together, like they're part of a set. None of them say a thing; they just stand and stare at me, frozen.
One opens her mouth but closes it just as promptly. The one in the center is literally shaking, and the girl on the far end is smiling creepily. At least she finds her voice.
"Oh. My. God. Hi! Hi! Oh. My. God. I can't believe this is happening! You're him. You're really him! You're Alex Wolf! I love you! I love - I love every single song you've ever put out, especially your A.M.S.s."
"I love your A.M.S.s more!" The blonde closest to me blurts.
"So, is it Anya?" the first asks. "Is it Anya you've been singing about? Oh my God - please tell me it is. She's so beautiful."
"No."
"No?" The mousy brunette in the middle frowns, disappointed.
"No."