Maxxie actually laughed at the girl’s comments. She obviously caught on that he was only visit- ing; the accent must have given him away. “I’m from England,” Max explained, “Bristol. In the States for an internship. Dance.” He shrugged, as if it were no big deal. It was. For him at least.
”Dance — I see the swagger.
But, k i d . Invest in shorts. Seriously. It’s the fuckin' start of August and you look like you’re trying to preserve the Jersey heat in cargo pants. “
Maxxie crossed his arms over his chest. He was getting mixed signals from this lady. “Maxxie,” he answered, “… Charmed. You eat at the lice place often?”
” Pleasure’s mine.
Once, when I was nine. As you can guess, never again. The sandwich place on Fifth’s your best shot. Hope you’re into the Jersey Boys.
Max blinked once. “Er, okay… Not exact- ly in the mood for some lice, so I’ll steer clear,” he replied, a grin beginning to form at the corner of his mouth. “Who’re you again?”
” You’re adorable, but don’t give me that shit — I never introduced myself.
