Pillbox was probably very busy right now.

The gang wars were getting out of control and even when they had the winning hand this round, that didn’t mean that couldn’t change in the future. They had been at it for hours before they took down most members of the rival gang.

It was a bloodbath.

And they would be back. Randy was sure of it. There was no way they would leave it as it is.

“At least they’ll need some time to recover.” Mr. K says, sighing at the scene. “We have to keep our eyes open.”

“They know what they’re getting themselves into…” Randy scoffs, his accent thickening with his anger. “One of them tried really hard to target me. Look at my fucking car.”

“He didn’t though.” Mr. K pats his arm as he walks away. He still has a lot to do.

Ramee then approaches, shoving his phone into his pocket with a sigh. He also has a few bruises, but he’s fine, mostly.

“Who was that?” Randy asks.

“Uhh…” Ramee looks away. “April, she’s at UWU, luckily… away from this mess.”

Randy nods. That’s the one thing he’s thankful for.

At least she wasn’t there.

He doesn’t know what he would’ve done.

The sound of a car entering breaks their conversation and, as if it was magic, the one person he was thinking about jumps out of the car, still in motion. She has a hammer in one hand and by her frown, Randy can tell she’s pissed.

“What the-”

“Who? How? Why? When?” Ray runs over to them, waving her hammer. “What happened? Why did no one call me?”

“We-” Ramee starts, but he gets interrupted as well.

“Are you guys okay?!” She turns to Randy, scanning his body with her eyes and shaky hands, looking for signs of injury. Her small hands have a deadly grip on him. Kind of adorable, if you asked him. “Who was shooting at you? Who did it? Hmm?”

“Who the fuck told you?” Randy raises an eyebrow.

Ray blinks. “Ramee did.”

Randy turns to Ramee, who immediately looks for the nearest exit. Talking to April, huh?

Roight.

“Who did it? I’m gonna whack them!” Ray keeps spitting out threats at the world, while also asking him over and over if he’s okay. Randy then realizes her frown is not because she’s pissed about missing the war. She’s upset on his behalf.

Worried about him, even.

Every emotion was so clear in her eyes, he could almost hear her heart pounding.

For him.

Without really stopping to analyze what he’s doing, Randy grabs her wrists, pulling her closer and into his arms. Tightening the grip when she tries to break free.

“Relax, okay?” He sighs, resting his chin on the top of her head. He’s fighting back a smile so hard, and he’s losing miserably. “I’m fine. We’re all alive.”

Ray takes a deep breath. She tries to push him away. She still has a lot to say. However, she eventually stops fighting back, letting him embrace her. Leaning against him a bit. “You didn’t call me.”

“I figured it’d be best.”

“Are you really okay?”

“Positive.”

Silence.

“Good, because if you die, Randy Bullet, I’ll kill you.”

Randy laughs. “You have no idea.”

And she really didn’t.

A shooting star crosses the sky.

He makes a wish.

Standing against the recently painted purple car, Tommy takes a deep breath as he waits. She's not late, he just arrived a bit earlier than he should’ve. He shoves his hands inside his pockets to stop himself from fidgeting. He’s not nervous really, just a bit restless.

He’s not nervous.

Really.

The gate to Little Seoul opens suddenly, and he hears a roaring engine making its way out. The familiar car stops right at the entrance. He can’t see through the tinted windows, but he can feel the burning stare on him. The person kills the engine and opens the door. Bright white hair is the first thing Tommy sees.

Randy.

They wave at each other, but neither of them attempts to close the distance between them. The unspoken words are floating in the air, yelling what they both already know.

One of them gave up.

One of them didn’t.

One of them is unhappy about it.

Tommy hears the gate one more time. He looks up and the person he’s been waiting for finally appears. She’s smiling at him.

Smiling.

Her head turns once she’s close enough and notices the other car parked there.

“Everything okay?” She asks.

“Everything is perfect.” The British accent flourishes as Randy replies. “I was just on my way out.”

“Okay.” She smiles and waves at him before shifting her focus back to Tommy. Ray walks over, a giggle escaping her lips as she gets closer. “Hey, Tommy T.”

Tommy nods. “Ray.”

A smirk curves her lips. Ray stands in front of him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “You changed the color of your car.”

“Yeah… purple. What do you think?” Tommy glances back at his car. He’s suddenly unsure about the color he picked. Even when they discussed this previously.

Ray hums, inspecting the car, trying her best to keep a straight face. “I think… Purple is now my favorite color.”

Tommy chuckles. “Hmm… I see.” They hold each other’s stares for a moment. No words are needed.

Ray nods.

“Are you ready, then?” Tommy opens the door to the passenger seat.

“I am, thank you,” Ray says, carefully sliding in.

As he closes the door, Tommy looks up. For a moment, he forgot Randy was there.

He had been there watching the entire time.

A million emotions flash across Randy’s face. Remorse is the biggest one.

Randy gets back in the car. There’s nothing else to do there.

Tommy smiles as he watches the car drive away. He glances up at the sky one more time with a sigh.

The stars are indeed showering him with good luck.