Minho

The Glade's sun was merciless, but that wasn't a problem for Minho. He was accustomed to the heat, the dust of the Labyrinth, and the endless running that burned away all unnecessary thoughts. He was focused and taciturn, interested only in the maps and the chance to get everyone out of the trap.

Mia was the complete opposite. If Minho was silence, she was a storm that never let up. Her stubbornness rivaled her talkativeness; she argued with Gally and teased Newt, working on the plantations as if the Glade's life depended on it.

Thomas's arrival changed everything. He broke Alby's unwritten rules, not understanding the Glade's hierarchy. Minho was irritated not only by Thomas's behavior in the Labyrinth, but also by the way he followed Mia.

After a hard day, Mia barely made it to the grass when a shadow appeared over her.

"Tough day, huh?" Thomas asked, sitting down next to her.

Mia sighed:

• Thomas, please. I just want to sit in silence.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked.

She wanted to respond with a barb, but fatigue choked her tongue. At that moment, Minho approached, shielding her from the newcomer.

“Yes, she has a boyfriend,” he said calmly.

Thomas became embarrassed and quickly left. Minho remained, looking into the distance at the Labyrinth gates.

Mia looked at his back, her heart beating in a different rhythm.

• Minho? - she called quietly.

He extended his hand to her, helping her up:

• Go eat, Mia. You've worked too much today.

Turning to the cartographers, he added:

• Next time, just say no. Don't make me waste words on this brat.