Upon entering the showroom, Rhaxma immediately noticed Montana Round Table and knew they were meant to be together.
“Who are you?” Montana asked. “You look very new.”
“I’m Rhaxma,” she said, happy to be conversing with him. “Can I sit near you? I think we make the perfect set!”
“I disagree,” Montana replied. “Unlike you, my family has a long history. You might say we are ‘high society’. We don’t really associate with newbies, that is, chairs who have no established social background.”
Rhaxma felt sad and sat quietly.
“So, said Montana, “why don’t you just move on, since…” he stopped in mid-sentence as a group of buyers entered the showroom. They were wearing badges that said “STOCKLEY’S FURNITURE MART”.
“Oh my,” whispered Montana, “Stockley’s is the biggest furniture chain in the US, and the buyers are coming over to see us.”
The head buyer, Charles, put one hand on Rhaxma’s back, the other on Montana’s top, and said to the group, “This is precisely what I’ve been talking about! We need to put together sets just like this so people can visualize their dining rooms perfectly. I want to place an order right now! Let’s see, we have 187 stores, plus we want to warehouse this….hmmm. What do you think Sally?” he asked a pretty blonde woman in the group.
“I think at least a thousand sets,” she replied. “They’ll sell like hotcakes!” Charles looked for a salesperson to place the order, while Montana whispered to Rhaxma, “Please stay, I was wrong, and I apologize.”
Rhaxma smiled and simply said, “I knew we were meant for each other.”