6
Thank goodness Daniel’s apartment was just a block away because he was there in a matter of moments. Not soon enough, though, to keep Max from spreading out a cloth napkin on the sidewalk beside me and then sitting down far too close. “How do you make it through the day with such a lack of grace?” he said with a smile.
This was, of course, Max’s idea of a friendly joke, but given that I had, at least, a terrible sprain to my ankle and what was quickly becoming a massive goose egg on my head, I was not in the mood to even try to humor him. I’m not usually in that mood, but tonight, less so.
I glowered. I’m pretty sure I looked ridiculous, but I’m certain I didn’t look amused because Max slid a few inches away from me and tried to look embarrassed. He didn’t succeed, but he tried.
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