Pairing: Max x Female Reader
Warnings: Flirting, con artist charm, abandoned blind date, sensual tension
Words: 300 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 6th - “I don’t think I caught your name.”
The second time you checked your phone, the man at the end of the bar noticed.
The third time, he smiled into his drink like he already knew the ending.
By the fourth, you hated him a little.
Not because he was wrong. Because he was beautiful enough to make being right look effortless. Dark jacket. Open collar. One hand curled around a glass he barely drank from, watching the room like it owed him money.
Your blind date was thirty-seven minutes late.
Forty, when the man finally slid onto the stool beside you.
“Tell me he’s dead,” he said.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Only acceptable excuse. Dead, kidnapped, or trapped in an elevator with a priest and a medical emergency.”
Despite yourself, you laughed.
His smile sharpened. “That's the smile...”
“No,” he agreed, gaze dropping briefly to your untouched drink, then back to your face. “But I know a woman deciding whether to be embarrassed or furious, and I’d recommend furious. It suits the dress better.”
Heat touched your cheeks.
You should have dismissed him. You should have ignored the easy lean of his body toward yours, the warmth in his voice, the way his attention felt like a hand at the small of your back.
Instead, you said, “And what do you recommend after furious?”
“To somewhere with better lighting and worse decisions.”
He stood, offered his hand, then nodded toward your bag. “May I?”
You hesitated only long enough to make him grin.
Outside, the night air cooled your cheeks. He carried your bag like it belonged to him, walking beside you as if the evening had always been arranged this way.
Halfway down the block, you glanced over.
“I don’t think I caught your name.”
“No,” he said, smiling. “You didn’t.”
theartofmadeline
blakekathryn
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
dailybridgerton
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
