NIRVANA

“What’s the emergency, Zarah?” She took us to her house in a peaceful neighborhood for the first time.

“Big rock. Congratulations,” said the pretty Asian girl with long, straight hair. She was around my age, but we’d never met.

“Thanks. I’m Nirvana.” I offered my hand for a handshake.

“Aira. The witch apprentice,” she said humorously, shaking my hand. “Who’s the lucky man?”

“That would be me. Knight.”

“Knight? Like Knight with K in shining ...