Make It Make Sense

“What do you mean you can’t reach her?”

All trace of tiredness was gone from her face as she looked at him like he had uttered the most ridiculous statement.

Maxwell wished it was really that.

He wished for this night at least he could separate himself from the mess that his goddamned stepsister seemed hellbent on causing over and over again.

He wished he had not gotten himself involved in her mess that day when she called him for help.

Yet when he thought of the fact that he probably wouldn’t have met Reyona otherwise, he simply sighed and looked at the woman who seemed just a breath away from getting up and storming out of the diner.

He leaned towards her. “See…” he paused as the waitress came forward to clear her plate of hash browns.

Maxwell had done exactly what she had suggested. He watched her eat.

And enjoyed every single moment of it.

His pensive mood was already lifting just by being this close to her.

Until she started talking.