Maria peeked down the corridor for a second from where we hid behind the potted Birds of Paradise, then immediately turned to me with a troubled look on her face. “This is crazy, Dana. I don’t get why we can’t just do this on our own,” she whispered. “Right, Fin?” she imposingly asked.
“You can’t avoid this, Maria,” I stated, trying to hide a devious smile that was threatening to form.
“Sorry, but I’m actually with Dana on this one,” Fin said. “As much as I don’t like those barbarians, they do have an in with the election committee.” He firmly placed his hands on top of her shoulders and stared her in the eyes. “So, woman up and go.”
Maria’s face fell in her defeat. “Ugh, do I really have to?” she complained, looking down at the small box she was holding. “I mean…” she held it up and s
