Max leaned back slightly and took a sip of the chocolate milk, cold and sweet hitting his throat, trying to process what this girl could say with her stoic face, she looked super serious all the time and uttered batshit nonsense like it was normal conversation, sitting too close across the small table, knees almost touching his under it, watching him without shame, and he was certain he was not this handsome for women to act like this.
Is this my protagonist's halo? Yeah, right? It's fucking idiotic Max.
Max just laughed at his own thought under his breath, then pinched the bridge of his nose, tired already, not certain if he could even be friends with this weirdo while she calmly sipped her drink like nothing strange had just been said.
" Why not? "
" I don't know you well, I already have two girlfriends "
" I don't care about that, I can be your first and official wife and you do whatever you want "
" Nope "
