Mira Shenoy looking at Maya at Mohinder's funeral.
"Chameleons"
Maya Herrera - Kanyakumari, India
"Peter!?" Maya exclaimed, disbelief and dissapointment mingling sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. For a moment she'd thought...
"Sorry Maya, you weren't supposed to see me here" Peter Petrelli told her, getting to his feet.
Maya simply turned away, ashamed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, it's just, I thought I should pay my respects and..." Peter trailed off.
"It's fine, it's good to see you again." she told him half-heartedly. She turned to face him, but he had gone.
Returning to the beach, Maya wiped the dirt off the long shite sari she was wearing, trying not to look flustered. It had been a long day.
"Excuse me?" a pretty indian woman addressed Maya, approaching with a pleasant smile.
"Yes?"
"You were a close friend of Mohinder's, yes?" she asked.
"That's right, we met in New York." she told her, wondering why she was so interested.
"Mira, Mira Shenoy" she said, extended a hand to Maya "Me and Mohinder... we, how do you say?.. Had history."
"I see, I'm very sorry." Maya sinabi sincerely, but whilst feeling a pang of annoyance (or was it, perhaps jealousy?).
"If you would like, we will be going for a drink later, if you can come I'd pag-ibig for you to sumali us." she said, indicating a group of what Maya assumed were Mohinder's old unibersidad peers.
Maya smiled, pausing for time, the last thing she wanted was to be drilled for information sa pamamagitan ng Mohinder's ex. "I'd be delighted" she told her.
"Maya? Maya Herrera?" came a sudden voice from the crowd behind her.
Turning around she found herself face to face with Peter again.
"Oh, hi" she sinabi "What happened? Your clothes are... didn't you have a scar a minuto ago?"
To Be Continued...
