“Why won’t you make what we have official?”
Maryanne doesn’t have enough time to process what Max has said before he ambushes her with the question. She channels everything in her power into not choking on her own saliva.
Once she has composed herself, she says, “Because, Max, I’m not sure what this even is.”
“Maryanne, you have feelings for me, right?”
“Yes.” Although she doesn’t want to admit it, there is no way around it.
Max shrugs, his brow wrinkling, “Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s not just as simple as going out with you.” Maryanne’s body is tightening with frustration. How can he not see it?
“Why not?”
Working hard not to release her irritation, Maryanne breathes in deeply. “Because we have history Max.”
He scoffs and waves his hand as though he is brushing off their previous interactions, “I don’t care about the past.”