Maya mulled it over at least 10 times about going, but Kellen was her best friend, her only best friend, in fact--and sure, they had just began to reconnect but most of her friendships, aside from Ella, didn’t run as deep. She and Kellen grew up together, were practically siblings, she couldn’t just pretend he didn’t exist. So, here she was, dressed down for once, but still in her usual bright colors, waiting nervously for Kellen in the waiting area while reading Reader’s Digest when she heard footsteps approaching and her head snapped up. She rolled up the magazine and shook her head. “I’m still mulling over on whether or not I should hit you.”