“So," Max says when we've found a place to sit away from everyone. “Can we talk about today? Or last night. What's going on?"
I stay quiet and just look at him for a few seconds then I look down at the paper in my hand. “Nothing, Max. I told you, I've just been busy," I sigh and sit back against the wall. I pull my knees to my chest and take a bite of the chicken sandwich that was provided for our lunch.
“Are you sure you're okay?" Max leans over and pokes my leg. I feel a spark and I look over at him. He places his hand on my leg and the warmth radiates through my leg. He leaves his hand there.
“I'm fine," I say a bit breathlessly. “Max, who are you?" I dare to ask and he looks up at me then removes his hand and looks away.
“I'm Max," he chuckles then busies himself with his food and
