<strong>Mayson Siemsen</strong><br/><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br/><strong>With Sana, Danielle, Tristyn and Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mere seconds into Tristyn's speech, perhaps before anyone else, even Dani, Mayson had already figured out what was about to happen. She quickly covered her mouth with one hand, trying to muffle her gasp of amazement and the inevitable smile that followed, hoping that she hadn't ruined the surprise. Her other hand firmly latched onto Sana's arm, squeezing it hard and shaking it with excitement, urging her to pay attention as if she weren't already doing so. Funnily enough, Mayson was probably almost as excited as Tristyn must have been.<br/><br/>And then it all went to hell, and she sat there just as shocked as everybody else. What the hell was wrong with everyone, why was the world going crazy all of a sudden? First Andrew, now this...tonight was supposed to be a fun time between friends, but all of a sudden it was dark despite the nice weather and weighed down by tons of drama.<br/><br/><strong>"W-Wait, Tristyn, don't go..."</strong>Mayson tried to hold him back, her voice weak and thin as if she were holding back tears of her own.<strong>"Maybe the shock just got to her and she needs to process it...maybe..."</strong>But he was already standing up and getting ready to leave. She reached for his arm half-heartedly but didn't manage to catch it, knowing full well that it wouldn't have made a difference even if she had. Tristyn was one of those stubborn, closed off military type men. He didn't want sympathy, or comfort, or anything else. Mayson had no idea how to help or deal with somebody like him. She wished that she did, but she didn't.<br/><br/>She turned back to Sana, looking about as stunned and heartbroken as the brunette.<strong>"I don't know...I don't get it either. They seemed so in love just five minutes ago..."</strong>Mayson suddenly clung on to Sana's arm tightly, not saying anything else, terrified that the same thing might happen to them some day.