Latif Pov
"First, we need some guidelines," Mavis declared.
"Guidelines?" I repeated, surprised.
"Can you at least try to be a team player?" Mavis replied, flipping open her notebook.
"Do you have to organize everything?" I countered, watching her retrieve her colorful pens.
"It requires a strategy," Mavis insisted, locking eyes with me.
"It requires some spontaneity," I shot back, holding her gaze.
Mavis sighed, her hair flying about. "You can't have spontaneity without a strategy," she argued.
"Are you really listening to yourself?" I questioned.
"Of course, Latif. I know you’re not keen on this, but do you see any alternatives?"
I surrendered. Mavis glanced down at the pristine page, a victorious grin spreading across her face. "You really are quite stubborn, you know?" I rem
