บท 98: I’m a Majorette

Taking a sip of his white wine, Maxen imprinted Olivia's face which glowed under the soft light of the candles in his mind. 

Their eyes met for a brief second before Olivia gulped down her wine, surprising him.

"I have a question," Olivia started. He slowly nodded, but deep inside his mind went into a clusterfuck of confusion. 

He hated it every time she started the conversation in that manner because he didn't want to keep things from her so either he answers truthfully or she'd be a tad disappointed that he didn't know the answer to her question.

"I've been hearing this name… And I was wondering if you could shed a light over it."

Placing his wineglass on the table, Maxen stuttered as his brows knitted from his confusion, "Who? What?"

"Xandra," Olivia whispered, as if saying the name was taboo.