We need to get Jacob's brain checked.

"Oof."

The semi-loud thud caused both of us {Jacob and I} to widen our eyes in shock.

And... he asked me the dumbest question ever. "Did you just fall?"

"Ob-Vi-ous-ly Not!!" Throwing my hands in the air, I shook my head at his question.

I mean, I was standing in front of the guy!!

Remind me to ask Corianne later why her boyfriend has a brain the size of a fish.

Neither of us fell, the groans were coming from the front of the car.

"Ouch." The person clutched his stomach

"Who put this here!!"

Oops, my box. He has tripped over my box.

My eyes widened again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." At this point, I might just as well bring it out of its sockets.

"You?" My victim was on his feet now, dusting off dirt.

But, how do you trip on a box? It wasn't even a small one.

"Me?" Cocking my head. "I'm so sorry." I apologized with sincerity. I wasn't planning on breaking any actual bones today. And I also wasn't planning on breaking anyone else's. 

Jacob had been staring at the whole thing smugly and asked yet another dumb question. "Did you hurt yourself? Break your bones?" He just couldn't zip it. "Hit your head?"

"Do you want him to be in the hospital?" Nudging him with my elbow, I facepalmed at his ridiculousness. As If it wasn't enough that I was about to die from mortification.

"I didn't hit my head." Much to my relief. "But I dropped my phone."

"Forgive me. Allow me to pick it up."

It was lying a few meters away. A fancy iPhone, hopefully, one without a scratch.

I returned it, and he immediately kept it in the safe place of his back pockets.

Great! If it incurred a scratch, I wouldn't be here when he notices.

"Also allow me to pick up the box," Smug Jacob proceeded to poke me, "Even though I do not understand why she put it there in the first place."

"Shut up Jacob."

I may or may not have accidentally stepped on his right foot discreetly. It was also good that he was also discreet while yelping in pain.

Swallowing my satisfaction, I apologized once again. "I'm really sorry." At this point, I re-enforced myself with pleading eyes. The puppy kind.

"You don't need to apologize." He also sounded nice, "If I wasn't too busy with my phone, I would have noticed the box. It's fine."

I like how he didn't point out that I was really close to breaking his bones. Allow bygones to be bygones aye?

"Thank goodness." Smiling genuinely at his attitude. "Please don't sue me for almost breaking your bones." It was a joke, a half-joke. I really did hope that he doesn't sue me.

"It's okay." His thumbs were held up in a thumb up. So cheeky. "You work here?" He swerved away from the bones-breaking conversation.

I grabbed the opportunity with eagerness.

"I just got hired. I'm supposed to work with the Production company." As in the production company belonging to the Wrights. "My fashion line is the costume team." I tried to sound as blatant as possible, just because nobody likes a showoff.

I mean, we can't have me shouting at the top of skyscrapers. `Jotham Wright hired me!!!! ʼ. Nah, that's wrong.

"Wow. That's cool." Major points because he sounded genuinely impressed. "There are clothes in the boxes?" He gestured towards the box in Jacob's hands. Away from causing further problems.

"Yes." Extending my hand for a handshake, "I'm Makena Anderson by the way." The infamous, loveable one. {I didn't add that of course.}

He took my hand in his, placing a kiss. Charming too.

"Hi Makena, I'm Corban. Corban..."

Cocking my head in question, "Corban Silence?" Why does his furrowed brows make it look like he is confused about his surname?

"Huh?"

"You don't sound like you have a last name." Sadly, my confused face can never be hidden.

Although hesitant, he finally settled on, "Just call me Corban."

Corban no last name, okay.

"Hi, Mr. Corban." That face, I have seen it before. "You look familiar though." How come? I never forget a face, but this face was setting off bells in my head. Somewhere...

"Except you go around dropping boxes in parking lots, and I trip over all of them, I doubt we've met before." The way he scratched the back of his neck just made me aware of the increase in the degree of awkwardness.

Swallowing whatever it was in my throat, "Good point."

"Your cheeks are red. You're a tomato now."

Jacob, I had almost forgotten about him. But of course, he wouldn't allow me to do that. Tough luck.

"Shush." Sending a scowl his way, "This is Jacob." And I have to suck up his presence because he dates my friend.

With a very annoying ear-to-ear grin, "Makena is my boss." Jacob went further to add.

"I wouldn't have guessed." Corban didn't kiss his hand, only a handshake. "You look like friends."

Say what? Did he lose his eyesight when he fell?

"We are best friends." Jacob just had to overdo it by pulling me in for a side hug.

"Pfft, only because he's dating my actual best friend." Aggressively detangling myself from his hold, "I have to keep him close, so it would be easier to break him if he breaks her heart." I might be joking.... or not.

But don't forget to keep your friend close and the people that can break your friends' hearts closer.

Being the dramatic one, he just had to feign sniffling sounds, "Sheesh. So much love."

"It's not my place to love you." I was talking to him but my gaze was completely on Corban. His eyes glanced back and forth between us.

"It was nice meeting you." There was that charming smile again as he butted in. "Except for the tripping part..."

Frantically, I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, and the bone-breaking part."

"I have to go now." Said his mouth, but not his eyes. He looked somewhat uneasy.

"Same! I have a meeting with Mr. Wright now." Which was what I came for before getting carried away with picture taking and the likes.

"Jotham Wright." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Like a statement of affirmation.

I trailed off, "Yeah..."

"That's good. See you around. Without your boxes of course."

"Haha." It wasn't a laugh, I just said the words ha-ha. "Hopefully." Hopefully, I wouldn't be causing any disaster in front of the Wrights.

I wish I believed that, but I'm Makena. I'm not usually lucky with these sorts of things.