Max stops dead when she sees you.

Of course it had to be you. After everything. After all the words said and the ones that never were.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she mutters, rubbing her face. “They really couldn’t have put anyone else on this?”

She looks at you now, expression guarded, sharp.

“Let’s just get this over with. No fighting. No… reopening stuff.”

A pause.

“We said we wouldn’t talk again. This doesn’t count."