The Offer
Kirby's PoV
As I began packing up my belongings, suddenly, a soft, gentle hand touched mine, causing me to startle and pause in surprise.
I miss you Kirby. . .
That familiar subtle voice of a woman disappointed me; my heart sank as I realized it was Klea, not Callie, as I had hoped and expected. The anticipation had built up, creating a picture in my mind of Callie's soft, melodic voice, but it turned out to be Klea's.
"Miss Klea Devera, stop wasting your precious time following me,” I said. Then I continued on packing up my things.
"Oh I'm not following you,” she said innocently. “I have a photoshoot here, that's why I'm here and my team. We didn't know that you were also here.”
“Klea, it's a mountain. Stiff, narrow, and muddy, no glam team would ever dare to photoshoo
