M E K H A I .
        âhow you doing, mrs.lewster?â he asked with a smile, sitting at the front desk of the museum as he flipped through the thick textbook he had open on the desk and waited for a new delivery to come in. his parents going missing had made him step up the plate in having to maintain the museum and library, luckily heâs been working at the place since he was 16 to know just how to do so. he continued his conversation with the old woman before she made her way, he smiled at the person across of him. âwhat can i help you with?â
max couldnât remember the last time she was in the museum. perhaps it was when her nanny had brought her as a child? she could remember being here at least one time before. once she saw mekhai her smile only grew. she thought it would be much more difficult to find him. but there he was right at the front desk. âwhat can you help me with? more like what can I help YOU with?â she smiled and held up the bag of food she had in her hand.Â














