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.
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