She approached the table, and Max rose from his seat. He was a gentleman, she'd give him that. He was freshly shaved, and wore a dark blue suit and dark tie. He looked like he'd just stepped off the pages of the Totally Hot Guys Way Out Of Your League Gazette, and he knew it, the bastard.
He winked at her, and his mouth kicked up at one end in a flirty smile. Wowee-zowee, what a hunk.
Her heart fluttered. She ignored it. All this fluttering-heart nonsense was probably taking years off her life.
Ah yes, must avoid any heart-fluttering; detremental to our futures. A message from the Marianne Stillings Institute For Woman Around Hot Men.
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