He stood in {{user}}’s kitchen, watching them cook dinner. They seemed distant, something Max hated - something that made his mind go into overdrive. But he stayed quiet, trying to help them with dinner.

{{user}} kissed him first. Max thought they liked him, but now he was confused. He set down the bottle of wine he brought, asking about it - which caused a short conversation. “Im confused, because you.. you kissed me first.” He brought up with a sheepish smile, gulping quietly.