Dia's studio.
"Not left foot before right. Vice versa."
Dia said in akimbo, her eyes keen on the 10 years old girl missing the steps over and over again.
"Sorry, miss."
The cheeky girl pleaded at last. The little girl reminded her of her days when she was the girl's age. She was as troublesome as hell. She remembered putting her dad into hurdles on the eve of several Christmas ago. Just because he forgot to buy the lights for the Christmas tree.
"Assist her, Lori."
She said to the other lady dancing with the cheeky girl. Lori grabbed the girl's hands and began to guide them. But instead of the girl to concentrate, she looked towards the door instead and called,
"Miss."
"What?"
Dia snapped at her in frustration. But then sh
In a restaurant."My husband shouldn't find me here."Claire said looking around as though her husband had sprouted out of nowhere and was stalking her.The man seated before him on the dinner chair had a smile tugging at the side of his lips as he said,"Because this is a low budget place and below your standard?"She scoffed and shot back at him, "Don't be ridiculous, Dave. Even though you don't know my husband like I know him. At least, the little time you spent with him that day should leave and imprint on your mind. He always do that on purpose." He smiled and picked a part of the steak with a fork. He said amidst munching, "But you'll agree with me that he's rude." She took a swig of the wine from the cup and looked at him, "Even a blind knows that."  
At Dia's Studio."This is Max, my fiance. Max, this is...""Dre."The taxi driver interrupted Dia. He looked at the Max guy. To Dre, Max stunk of wealth and charm. His aura was elegant and his form well-built. Nature was quite generous to him."Nice to meet you."Max reached out his hand to Dre who took it in his firm but rough palm. Max was quick to fight his hand free, though he was quite formal about it."Is that even the right thing to say?"Max chuckled but Dre on the other hand didn't say a thing. He looked calm and collected. His face was calmer than Max's. Several thoughts rippling in his mind."I don't know how this is supposed to seem, two brothers meeting for the first time after several ordeals, or odds."Dia started, looking from the first guy to the other. They were seated on three dinner-like chairs; Dia beside Max, and Dre opposite the both of them.
Rowe's apartment."She said they would be here in no time."Max assured his father for the twelfth time. He noticed that his mother wasn't herself but he didn't know what to owe that to. They hadn't really talked about things in a long time. Like they used to do before the incursion of DIA. Yea. The incursion.Most time he was often tempted to just break down before her and let her know all the things happening: the sham of Dia and the hidden child that Rowe had. He didn't know what to think letting his mother know. He didn't know how she would take it. She might break down. She would."I knew she was odd, keeping the parents of her to-be husband waiting. What nice wife do that?"Claire countered. Not certain who she had directed that to. Before she could build on that stance, Rowe had taken a shot,"We hardly know this lady. I'm sure she has very fair impressions on. She's nice and wouldn't be what you
Rowe's apartment. Max's Room."Max, you obviously haven't been yourself few days. Hope all is well?"Claire stood at the door to Max's room, holding unto the edge of the door, unwilling to close the door nor make it close itself.Who knocks on the door of her son's room, opened it and met him with such question but Claire. Max quit punching his iMac, the new one he had just gotten. He needed new softwares for some of the technical functions he was playing around."I'm fine mom."He looked back at his laptop, resuming his work, with the expectation that his mom would close the door behind her and walk away. But instead she walked into the room and let the door close itself."You don't want us to talk?"She argued, sitting on the fancy swan chair towards the window to the left of the room.Max closed his laptop and shot her the resignation stare,"You asked a question mom,
At a restaurant. "I'm sure you come here like always. You're Rowe's son, nothing is too costly for you folks." Dia shot the compliment, her face washed in the rays of joy lurking at the base of her lips, at both corners of her mouth. Max only watched her and let the smile get to him, he didn't fight it, "That's a thing to say, but I don't really like eating out. I've got the best cook at home. My mom does the best dishes I've ever tried out." She chuckled and countered, "I'm certain that the narrative would change as soon as I move in." He smiled at that, he wished what she had said was really true, "We'll see to that, though I've never tasted a meal your prepared." He maintained, making sure not to let his eyes off her cute face. He was testing his patience and the strength of his manhood. Whether or not he could be sane with her around. Whether or not he would be able to regulate the emotions he ha
Bellevue, Washington DC."She can't possibly be the talk of the Town."Zoe argued, seated on the one seater chair opposite the two seater in the middle of a large sitting room. Her eyes were keen on the person she had directed that to."This ain't Seattle, Zoe. This is Bellevue, 16 mins away by car, 36 by train, 3hrs by legs and an hour by bicycle."Alex said, feeling the wave of his own wit rippling in his mental ken. Zoe only looked at him, wondering how jobless a person could be to had crammed the distances as though twas some business.Well, that was how Alex was. If you're just getting to know him, he takes his time learning things he didn't need. And trying out things that could hurt him. Which was one of the reasons he played Dia. The mistake he wished he never made."And what's that supposed to me, Bellevue's Lord?"She teased, giving no regards to the deliberate stray he had made earlier. She
A private but Portable apartment. "I'll be direct with my point." Rowe started, his eyes keen on the face of the smooth faced lady seated before him. They had just finished eating, and over the meal, they had only but played around basic and naughty topics which of course weren't of worth. "But before then what do you think my advances towards you are?" He asked. His voice keeping that Rowe-indifference, yet a tone tampered with ease. "You probably joke a lot or something." Dia, the smooth faced replied. Her rude eyes picking the stray hair loitering around the cheek, away from the beards. "Nah. You sure should had heard about Rowe even before taking interest in my son." His ego had wounded his face, his cheeks swelling to the pride of the words, "I haven't. Never crossed my ear." She lied, trying to fiddle with the ego of the old man. She wasn't
A shabby apartment. "Eyyo, Dr Dre." One of the five men dressed in black suits, blue shirts, no-tie and black shoes said, one of his arms leaning on the small sofa at the center of the shabby sitting room. "Hey! What do you want?" Dre asked, looking at the fellow who had just spoken. He looked away from the fellow to the other one who had just walked to the wall where the television was hung. On that same wall was the frame of his dead mom hung, "Don't touch that mate." Dre stood up, meaning to make an advance towards the guy. "Easy, big fella." That henchman turned and walked off the wall. The three other were seated in the big sofa opposite that which Dre was now occupying. The five men who seemed to be formal, had knocked on his door five minutes ago and he had gone to attend to them. Only for them to barge into his house and boss around. He was availing the