1) Maes Hughes/Gracia Hughes
Your lipstick stains
on the front lobe of my left sides brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
and so, I went and let you blow my mind
your sweet moonbeam
the smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
you're the one, I have decided who is one of my kind
Train (Hey, soul sister)
He met her for the first time when he was hanging out with Martin, Kay and Lynn. Charles who was usually out with them was ill and since it was their usual casual Friday where they would meet at the restaurant to eat something before they would return to work, Kay had refused to miss it. (No one could blame her; the food in the Southern Headquarter where she would be for the next month had a miserable reputation.) But back to Maes and the object of his interest: she sat in a corner of the restaurant with her friends and he was in love before he knew what hit him. She was perfect, wonderful, no, there was no word to describe her. He knew that he would never be able to forget her. She was an angel. She was the one he wanted to spend his life with.
"Seems like little Maes has fallen for the girl in the corner," Kay teased him.
"Shut up, Hamilton," he muttered darkly.
"That's not the way we address a higher-ranking officer," she chuckled.
"But that's the way I address my buddy."
"Very funny, bro," Lynnsighed before she looked over to the young woman in the corner. "She does look pretty," she stated.
"Pretty?" Maes and Kay asked at the same time.
"She is beautiful!" Maes exclaimed.
"And you are obsessed," Kay sighed with a hint of annoyance in her voice. The roles were already clear: she was the beautiful one, the one everyone adored and loved. "If you are really interested – walk over and speak with her. I overheard them then I was in the restroom; she has no boyfriend…"
"Should I really?" he asked and looked at his cousin.
"Would Kay ever set you up?" the other black-haired male asked before he kissed his own fiancée. "You need to get a girlfriend, Maes. You are always left out when Charles is there…"
"If you are too much of a coward to go over, I will get her," Kay said as she got up.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Just watch me," she said and pushed back her untamed curls.
Gracia was surprised when the beautiful red-haired stranger at the other side of the restaurant got up to make her way over to the table where she was sitting. The woman was tall and slim, a supermodel, she would guess.
"Excuse me…" the stranger started calmly.
No, a music star, a singer with an angelic voice.
"Yes, Miss…" Gracia said while she blushed a little bit.
"My best friend would like to speak with you but he is too shy to come over. So … would you maybe come over to prove him that you are not dangerous?"
"The handsome guy with the purple shirt?"
"Yes."
"I am on my way."