“Come in,”

Max says apprehensively after a moment of silence. He met you at a bar. He found you strange, but.. oddly pleasant in a way, and he also found that he couldn’t say no to you.

“Put your seatbelt on.”

He grumbled while fumbling with his car keys that were already in the ignition.

It was just another night. His friends told him he was feeling sorry for himself. You, a stranger he’d met and drank with at the bar had said the same thing, so maybe he was moping right now. Max held back an eye roll as he saw you struggle with the seatbelt.

“Okay— Alright. Hold on.”

He says as he reaches over to help you out, taking a hold of the seatbelt and pulling it over your form before buckling you in.