Gambling On Maybe (A Story In The "GlitterBomb!" Series)

...Zach didn’t pay much attention to the double takes and outright stares shot his way as he strode confidently up the steps to the 12th Precinct police station and through the doors. In one hand was a bright pink plastic container and in the other was his very favorite Balenciaga satchel in signature sea foam green. Okay, so not only was it his favorite, it was also his only. It’d cost him nearly two months rent, but oh so worth it.

Now, where to find his knight in not-so-shiny armor? He paused in front of the first desk he saw and gave the woman behind it a beaming smile. “I’m looking for Stephen Miranda?”

The only change in her expression was the subtle lift of one brow.

Undeterred, Zach shrugged, still smiling brightly. “That’s okay. I’ll find him myself!” He turned to traipse off.

The desk officer must have had visions of him twirling through the station leaving glitter in his wake and who would clean that up? Because she huffed a sigh and held up a hand.

“Hold on there, twinkledee. Second floor, ask for Sergeant Miranda at the desk.”

Zach’s eyes widened. “Oooh, sergeant is it? Thank you!” He saw her roll her eyes as he hurried off, but he didn’t see any point in letting other peoples’ negative attitudes affect his own. So he waved cheerfully over his shoulder as he stepped onto the elevator.

It wasn’t that Zach didn’t know what people thought of him. It was that he didn’t care. He didn’t imagine they lost any sleep at night worrying what the silly little fag in the fabulous Dolce scarf thought of them. Why be something he didn’t like just to make people he didn’t know comfortable?

Besides, who couldn’t use more glittery goodness in their lives?

Speaking of someone in desperate need of some sparkle… Zach spotted his Officer Hotness standing by a desk with his back to Zach and, ugh, his aura just spoke of not nearly enough shiny people sharing their happy with him. Well, that was about to change!

Zach had been thinking about Stevie, aka Officer Hotness, ever since he’d dropped him off and the poor guy had all but begged to be brought upstairs and let out of his sad little box. Zach had almost done just that, but something had stopped him. If he knew anything, it was when to listen to his instinct, or the Universe, or whatever you wanted to call it. And last night his Universe had told him to wait.

Not a word he was good with.

But, nonetheless, he’d let Officer Hotness leave, looking for all the world like a stunned, disappointed, yet sort of ridiculously sexy puppy who’d just had a bone taken away from him. Zach stifled a giggle. Bone.

He reached the desk, hopping up onto it and reaching out to tap him on the shoulder with one finger. “Officer, I’d like to report a crime.”

Stevie turned, his green eyes widening in surprise. Zach beamed, tossing little waves of greeting to the other officers, who were all looking at him sort of like he might be a bomb that needed a squad or something...