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Max

I wasn’t certain at what point he’d begun to find his way back into er any doubt that he was there Distractingabout hi where he was and what he was doing

I hadn’t seen hi at the restaurant, when I’d all but demanded that he leaveto dissect those moments, to think and rethink his words, his actions I replayed the sound of his voice in ain; it was quite possibly my favorite part of our brief encounter

I loved voices, I always had Words held , but voi Cninces held es about him too, those that I could clearly recall He was handsohtened, I’d been drawn to him Apparently, attraction knew no class li told--to know that Max was not of my class Or rather, I of his I was certain that he outclassed ave hih it seee before

Not that it mattered; laere laws In the real world, the world outside of my childish fantasies, ould be permitted to interact, but only in the most superficial--or subservient--of ways

Besides, I could still recall the other things about hi He reeked of overconfidence

That part of him, that kind of pride, reminded me of the Acadeance like that

I pushed aside all thoughts of Max as I faced yet another day of school and work Daily routine ed upon us

Made it easier, also, to forget the aging within myself

Brooklynn and Aron waited forto Aron, I s back to nor apprehensively "Who is that?" he asked, his voice surprisingly low

I shot him a quizzical look "Who?"

"Don’t look now," Brooklynn buzzed, hooking her arm aroundto lower her voice the way Aron had "But over there"--she nodded--"you seem to have attracted the attention of a delicious little solowered, his voice slipping into Parshon, presumably to narrow the pool of people who could listen in on our conversation "It’s not funny, Brook He’s been following us since we left the plaza, and he’s only been watching Charlie Do you want me to tell him to piss off?" He said the words, but his feet continued ht to his threat