Crossing his legs with elegance and smiling at the blue skies before them, Paris chirped, "I'm here now. You can start talking."
Maria battered her long lashes. Her eyes squinted in confusion. "I'm sorry. I think you got the wrong person." She grabbed her bag and books and was about to leave.
Paris grabbed her elbow. "Wait! Aren't you Maria Davis?" He looked incredulous.
Maria drew her bag strap on her shoulder. "Yes."
"Then, this is your chance!" Paris beamed his toothy smile and spread his arms like he was introducing a grand product behind a red curtain.
Maria looked even more confused, "A chance for what?"
Not missing a grin, the prince slotted both hands into his pockets and stood proudly. “To join the student council, of course!" Then, he laughed out loudly. “You must be too
