Wolfe is starting to think he is being tested and is failing spectacularly.
He arrived two hours ago, smiling like a love-sick fool and holding a bouquet of red roses. He knocked on Tala's door, with his most charming smile even though she wouldn't see it anyway, ready to shower her with the most intoxicating compliments even though she always dresses in her usual simple but beautiful self all the time.
It didn't really matter to him, she could wear a sack and she'd still be the most beautiful girl in the world for him, but nice words always gather good points, he was told.
And he intended to score high, especially tonight. He would win her over and they could all finally be on their way.
Imagine his surprise when the door was opened by a gangly teenage boy who looked at him from head
