#aleki.

5:57. she said she’d be at his house by six. the drive took her less time than she remembered. she sat in her car for the next three minutes, trying to figure out exactly what she should say. and after those three minutes? she still had nothing. max slowly got out of her car and walked up to his house (hoping he hadn’t just seen her waiting in her car). she made the walk up to the house, her heart continuing to pound faster and faster. max planted herself in front of the door, knocked twice and waited. she was almost startled at how soon the door opened after she knocked. “hi,” she breathed out and looked up at him.

max: can i come over later?

max needed to clear her head and take a break from the work she had been doing. she decided to get some air and walk to the coffee shop just a few blocks from her office. she collected her coffee from the counter and headed out. as she began to walk back she took her focus off the sidewalk and onto her phone. she was in the middle of returning an email when she suddenly crashed into another. she looked forward to make sure that none of her iced coffee had spilled on his –– letterman jacket. max didn’t even need to look up at his face to know who it was. “i’m so sorry,” she spoke and finally looked up to him. that apology was for more than just bumping into him.

max: are you still at practice?

when she got the text from him she knew something was off, and not in the sense of off as things had been between them for the past month. she rushed over to his house trying to keep her mind from racing about why in the world he could possibly want her to come over. she had promised him that work would never be put above him and she was going to make good one that promise. by some stroke of luck someone was there to let her inside the house and she quickly made her way to the guest room. the door was cracked open but she still knocked lightly. “hey, what’s going on?” she spoke softly, still waiting for her invitation to fully come into the room.