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A/N: NSFW part is in the later half! There's some fluff too :) This is a pretty long chapter, so take your time with it! Octavio's POV is back!

enjoy,

-octavioosilvaa

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I look for her everywhere.

Lobby?

Nope.

The other beach?

Nada.

Taking a walk in the streets?

I literally ran a lap around the entire city trying to find her. No more cardio for today.

I've already tried to knock on her door, but no sound came back.

I just,

Man,

I just hope she's okay and all.

This is an emotion I don't usually find myself, well, drowning in.

Defeat. After running around in circles from restaurant to gym to the entire city, I come back with nothing and end up on a couch in the lobby. Yeah, I was winded.

Earlier today, I was trying to make a point to the other legends. I thought Y/N was mine, so I thought maybe I should show her off everywhere. Tell them hands off, 'this one's taken' kind of thing.

Needless to say, I uh, fucked up.

I put my arms up, stretching, looking at the bustling lobby and the excited patrons. Pfft, I wish I could've been excited. Most of the legends were having a good time. Not sure where senor loin cloth was, but the others were having fun.

Me?

Well, this, gold plated, shiny, big places full of hospitality...

Sure, it's nice if it's a few times.

It's really not, if you see your parents once a week, sometimes even less, and thrown into places like this alone.

Ah, when I was younger, anyways.

Owe my life to Che.

Che.

As I think about my boring - ass childhood, of course, she crosses my mind.

Hopefully, she'd know what to do about this.

Her number is memorized on my fingertips. I dial as fast as I can, in a panic to do something, to make Y/N feel better. Just didn't know how.

"Che? Chica? Where you at?"

I say, before she could even finish her 'Hello' into the phone.

"Wha- Silva, the hell you do this time?"

"Something bad... I need your help. Don't worry, legs fine, arms fine, not dead. Lobby."

"I-"

I hear her yelling at some of the others, away from the phone. Something like, I gotta go, medical emergency!

"I swear, O, this betta not be somethin' dumb, ya hear me!?"

And she hangs up. Classic Che.

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"And so, I kinda like, er..."

"You what? Silva, I can't help ya if you just stammer."