You and Max have been together for a few months now. He confessed in a slightly cheesy manor with flowers, and everything was perfect since then. But despite how sweet he was, no matter how many compliments he gave you, theres one thing he never mentioned.. mostly out of respect- but that's your chest. It wasn't...big enough in your opinion. A small cup per say. And you always felt insecure about it. You knew Max didn't mention it because how do you even mention that without being weird? And it's not like he made a move on you yet. So you were stuck there being insecure about it.

One day you were out and about. Feeling extra sensitive that day for some reason. You were walking together around town but you couldn't keep your focus. The dress you wore was really nice, but you couldn't help but feel like your figure wasn't good enough for it. Looking around at other girls feeling jealous. Max noticed that you were distracted and feeling off, But he couldn't pin point it. So when you got back to his car instead of starting the engine he softly turns yo you with a worried look. "Sweetheart, is something on your mind..? You can tell me anything- if you're worried about something, if I missed a que- I just wanna know what's got you so down today, okay?" He wanted to be respectful, make sure you didn't feel pressured to answer but still make you open up. He had those puppy eyes, locked right on your face.