MACE: An Honest Mace is a Happy Mace

As I continued walking towards the church, I saw Luke’s solitary figure sitting on the stairs. My heart skipped at the thought that he came earlier than the agreed time. A quick glance at my watch showed that it was still ten minutes to 2pm.

He must have heard my footsteps as I quickened my pace because he promptly looked up. His face broke into a smile and I was alarmed at how my heart just started pounding like crazy when I saw the happiness in his expression. Traitor, I scolded all four chambers of my body’s blood pumping organ.

“Hi Luke,” I greeted a little breathlessly when I reached him. “Sorry I’m a bit late.”

He was grinning at me. “You’re not late Mace,” he said with a shake of his head. “It’s me who arrived earlier than the time we set.” He pulled my hand and in just a split second, I was already seated beside him on the stairs. I sat up with a start, blinking at his swift moves, which I have to admit were quite amazing.

He was still holding my hand.