“I am Max.” Kelvin lied and rose to his feet.

Max's face contorted in surprise. “Wait, you're Max too?”

Kelvin shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, we're Max together, stuck together, aren't we?”

Max chuckled softly, “I didn't know you were Max too.”

“That's because I didn't tell you, my bad. Grandmother gave me that name. Quite a lovely name, isn't it?” He smiled.

Max grinned, the little boy as happy as a clam.

“We should leave; it's getting late. Why's your sister Anya always late anyway?” Kelvin asked.

“She must be cooking,” Max said with a small smile. “Her food is always delicious; will you have lunch with us?”

Kevin's lips thinned...