One hot summer afternoon, you and Max were in your room enjoying the fresh air from the fan. He was working on the script for his upcoming play, sitting on the floor, while you were reading a book lying on your bed.

While you were surrounded by a comfortable silence, Max looked up at you and broke the peace with a question:

What is a soulmate to you? He asked. Maintaining his characteristic neutral expression above all.

...I-It's for my script... He quickly added before you answered his question, clearly embarrassed that you would take it the wrong way.