“So, Derek...when are you going to see Emma?” Maya asked, returning to the most important topic on ground, decidingly crossing her legs on each other.

“Now.” Derek replied, dropping a smiling Eva on the spot next to him on the bed, before standing up. He strengthened his polo, inhaling deeply. This was it. He thought, putting his right hand in the right front pocket of the denim jeans he was wearing.

He looked around, taking in the expressions of those in the room with him and sighed. They were all wishing him good luck, and believed that he would do his best on his own. But didnt they know that...