#mekhai.

she had explained to the hostess that she was here for a meeting. they knew who she was. she was soon lead to a table towards one of the corners of the restaurant, her mind trying to decide why this meeting had been so urgent. why had her father decided she absolutely HAD to be at this meeting? and why did this meeting have to be at such a nice restaurant? when she was greeted by a young man she soon realized this was. it wasn’t an important business meeting, it wasn’t another attempt from her father to set her up. “mr. prince?” she extended her hand to him. “maxine rivera, but max is just fine.”

“so –– what do you think? the gold or the silver?” she held up to necklaces and turned to mekhai. the two had been almost inseparable that night. her father would be thrilled, except for the fact that anything between them would always remain platonic. “i like them both. which is odd because i’ve never been a gold jewelry type of girl. you know?”