The deli looked pretty ordinary, and Monica’s friend turned out to be a Hispanic looking woman. Quite attractive, as I expected.
I moved to slide into the booth opposite. I’d ditched the sword, but I was still armed. Just in case.
“You look too fierce to be an off duty model.”
I grinned. “Sorry. I hang out with too many bikers.” I did kind of look biker gang-ish. Black leather and all.
“It’s a look.” A pause. “I could use some advice. Monica referred me to you.”
“She told me you have a stalker.”
I frowned. “I’m not the best person to ask. I still haven’t properly got rid of him.”
“Everyone tells me to ignore him.”
“Sometimes that works. Sometimes it makes them more eager.” I wondered if I should have avoided Tyz’vel. “It couldn’t work with mine because, unfortunately, I flirted with him before I realized he was a stalker.”
“Ugh…wait, don’t you prefer women?”
“Switch hitter,” I said with a bit of a grin.
“Oh…” She tailed off. “Well, I don’t think I did anything to encourage this one.”
“Not saying you did. So, try ignoring him first. If that doesn’t work, get a restraining order. And if that doesn’t work come to me. I have biker friends.”
“Big, intimidating guys?”
“Oh no. Of course not.” I grinned. “Big, intimidating girls.”
She laughed. “Oh man, that is even better. I should have known it was a girl biker gang.”
I didn’t think I would ever be part of the gang, but I nodded. And I knew what I was buying as soon as I could. I might not be able to get one of their bikes, but… “Of course it is. So…yeah. I can help.”
She nodded. “But try the legal means first.”
“Right. And scaring them off…only usually works. I’m still trying to get rid of mine.”
“You must be tempted to kill him.”
“I am,” I admitted. “Hopefully he won’t show up dead.” Of course, I knew that wasn’t an issue, but…
Which was, of course, the moment when the hunter came through the front window.