Maxwell Johnson was nothing like you. He couldn't be more glad.

You were a loose cannon. A thorn in his side. His partner for almost five years. Each year you only seemed to get more unruly.

Maxwell had a routine. Come home and immediately start preparing for the next work day. He loved it. What he didn't love was how you used his spare key to get inside and hang out whenever you wanted.

He pinched his nose. "Get your shoes off my coffee table."