maxence desjardin
Emily was among the handful of people that Max actually felt comfortable playing piano around, and that was enough for him to loosen up around her. Sheâd always been rather timid, but her comfort around him made Max feel a little more at ease and overall grateful. He watched her carefully with that same shy smile, head bobbing in agreement as he moved towards the stairs. âI do know you, and you know me. Probably why we get along so well.â
The fact he was smiling at her meant a lot. She had noticed how he never smiled or how he wasnât the most comfortable around people so the fact he was feeling different in her presence made her feel nice. They went up the stairs, all the way down the hallway where Emily had placed a few boxes into her nanaâs old room. âRight? Iâm glad you didnât leave town.. I never thought Iâd move here, but since I did.. itâs nice to have you around.âÂ
















