~ MAIA’s POV ~
“Hold up, Maia as in, the Maia?” Hunter’s friend gaped at me. Hunter shot him a ‘dude, fúck off’ look and he quickly piped down.
By the looks of it, it seems like Hunter has told his friend about me?
Turning his attention back to me, Hunter asked again, “Maia, what is this?”
“What do you mean? It’s a postcard,”
“You’re moving… to New York?”
He could be so slow at times.
“Duh.” I gave him a bored stare, “I thought you’d get it immediately,”
“No, I got what you’re saying. But, how? Why? What?” he looked so lost.
“How? I took a plane and flew over here. Why? Because I’m taking Intro to Econ, same as you, silly,” I said and shoved his arm playfully.
“Taking… wait, you’re? You’re going to Columbia?”
“Surprise, surprise. Are you glad to
