Maya had just momentarily stepped out of the dining hall assisted kindly by Riverra, the old grandmother, as the little one felt the need to go to the washroom.
'This won't do. I need to get out of here as soon as possible!' Kyra thought to herself as her mind reeled in action.
And just as she was thinking of what good excuse she could come up with, she felt someone approach by her side. She looked up to see that it was the mayor's son, Stephen, who seemed a little nervous as though he wanted to say something to her.
The others were momentarily distracted by Stephen, who had suddenly gotten up and walked over towards Kyra; hence their eyes looked over as they paused in their conversation.
"Umm, yes?" Kyra asked the young man in his late twenties who seemed subconsciously straightening his coat and collar.
