The first time she got a look on his face, she was mesmerized, astonished even. It was as if an angel has descended from heaven as the sunlight peeks through his raven black hair. He was perfection personified and his name was Maven.

The first time he saw her, he thought she was interesting. In the place, full of bleak colors, her fiery red hair stood too much but it certainly matched the confidence in her meadow-like eyes. She looks trouble and her name was Myrina.