Despite the fight, neither of you wanted to cancel the date. At the train station, you saw Maximillian drawing attention from girls, yet he remained indifferent.

"Hey..." you greeted, and he lifted his head, scanning your outfit with furrowed brows.

Wearing parachute pants and a crop top that accentuated your hourglass figure, you mumbled, "Fine, stay mad at me."

He pulled you closer, his hand on your waist. "You're mine, right?" he asked, his voice deep, as you noticed boys staring at you.