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“Here,” her tone is gruff as she places the full pint of beer on the bar in front of him and takes a long drink from her own. “That guy over there,” she gestures with a tilt of her head, “won’t leave me alone, so…” Max shrugs, offering a sheepish smile as she tips her glass towards him, “wanna be my boyfriend?”
Lowell hasn’t ordered a beer, which is why he’s surprised when a glass ends up in front of him. It’s not his chocolate malt, nor his grilled cheese and potato barrels (hang in there, stomach), but Lowell’s not about to turn his nose up at a free drink. And then it clicks. Max is bribing him, but he’ll take it.
“I took an improv class once,” Lowell says, but doesn’t mention it was to try and impress a girl he was sort of seeing. “I can totally pretend to be your boyfriend. So what’s our story. How’d we meet? How long have we been together? Have we met each other’s families?”









