Maeve taps her foot against the floor as she sits at the table and waits for Derek to enter.
Her four male friends stand beside her chatting away to her aunt.
Marcus, with a mop of sandy brown hair is the closest and tallest of the group. Usually reserved around those he doesn’t know well, he comes alive around those he trusts
Charles, in a black jacket, is to his right. The two of them are inseparable.
Then there is Mick. An imposing man with a powerful physique. Maeve knows little about him.
It’s Aaron she knows best.
Aaron pushes Maeve’s shoulder. “Don’t worry we’ll go easy on your lover boy.
She smiles. “You better.”
There is the familiar sound of Derek’s wheelchair. He bellows, “These must be the guys I’ve heard about.”
“Hope it was only good things,” Aaron laughs back. “It’s great to meet the legend that saved Maeve.”
They both nodded at each other.
“Are you sure you saved the right one, though?” Aaron continues. “Maybe someone a bit..”
“You shut up, Aaron. Or you’ll be off this island,” Maeve retorts.
The room bursts out into laughter.
Auntie pulls out some bottles of whiskey. “Get that into you. It’ll do you good.”
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