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Amity tapped Luz on the shoulder. “Luz. Luz. Luz.”
Luz violently snorted, startling Amity.
“Huh?”
Luz awoke to a jolted Amity hovering over her. She sighed, relieved.
“Oh, Amity. Hey.”
“Hey. Uh, sorry to wake you.”
“It’s okay,” Luz sat up. “What’s up? Why aren’t you asleep?”
Amity twiddled her fingers. “Well, I was wondering if we could have a talk?”
“Sure, what do you wanna talk about?”
“Well…” Amity looked to Willow, who was deep asleep in her sleeping bag. “I was actually hoping we could talk in private, maybe?”
Luz became curious. “Okay?”
Amity and Luz stepped into the bathroom. Amity shut and locked the door behind her. She took a deep breath.
“Okay, I’m just going to ask, and I just want you to know that you can be honest with me and no matter what you say, I won’t get mad and I’ll always love you.”
Luz was nervous. “What is it?”
Amity gathered the words. “I just want to know… do you… like Hunter?”
Although she was relieved it didn’t concern a more serious matter, Luz still wondered what aroused such a question.
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s just… you two talk a lot, and…” Amity stopped herself.
“What am I saying? I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m asking you this. I’m stupid.”
Luz put a hand on Amity’s shoulder. “It’s okay.”
“Hunter and I have been through a lot with Belos. He needs support. I need support. We support each other.”
Luz’ eyes wandered away from Amity’s. “I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t beginning to develop feelings for him.”
“But,” Luz looked back to Amity. “You’re my sweet potato and I would never let anything get in the way of that. I promise.”
Luz and Amity exchanged smiles.
“Thanks for being honest with me, Luz.”
“Anything for my sweet potato.”
Amity’s eyes wandered away from Luz’. “Now, I think it’s my turn to be honest with you.”
“I, uh… have feelings for Willow.”
“Well,” Luz grinned. “I guess that makes two of us.”
Amity's eyes grew with surprise. Luz chuckled.
“What?”
“I, uh, just…” Amity was speechless. “Wow.”
A wave of relief swept over her. She was actually having this conversation. And it wasn’t just going well, it was going great. Better than expected.
“So, is this the start of something?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we like Willow, I like Hunter, they’re dating, we’re dating…”
“Are you suggesting--”
“Maybe…” Luz tried to conceal her excitement.
Amity blushed. “Well, uh, that’s an idea. Maybe we should sleep on it first.”
“Okay.”
Luz pecked Amity on the cheek, which Amity returned.
“I love you, Batata.”
“I love you too, sweet potato.”