Melody was completely caught off guard, not even realizing Walter was standing right there next to them.
The old man cleared his throat. "Ma'am, let me do the honors," he chimed in, breaking the silence with a friendly grin. "This is Maxwell Reynolds, but feel free to call him Max." With a casual wave, Max introduced himself, adding a playful flair to the moment.
"Wait, you're telling me this guy's name is really Maxwell Reynolds?" Melody exclaimed, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"
She couldn't believe that this enchanting and flamboyant figure standing before her had such a simple, ordinary name.
Max let out a melodramatic sigh, placing a hand dramatically over his chest.
"Ah, you wound me with your disbelief," he replied, feigning a hint of sadness. "But alas, it's true, my dear. Maxwell Reynolds at your service."
He gave a mischievous wink, enjoying the irony of the situation and adding to his dazzling charm.