Max couldn't help but think that Mattie must be overheated and dehydrated with how red her cheeks had become, so he quickly opened his palms and looked down to his pockets... and remembered that he had long ago disposed of anything edible, food or beverage, and therefore was unable to give anything to her to help with that.
Or he could buy her a drink? His eyes immediately lit up at the thought, and Max wasted little time in turning and pointing to a stand he had just passed a bit away behind him.
"Let me buy you something to drink!" he suggested with so much enthusiasm, he had nearly forgotten she had asked him a completely different question. One hand dropped to his side and the other to the back of his head, he rubbed it abashedly.
"I mean, yes I am," Max nodded. "And, no, not really." Realizing that made it sound like he was quite possibly a social outcast or looking to hone some stalking skills, he quickly amended that statement. "Melania said she would come with me, but then she had to make an important trip to Italy, so then I just decided to go stag."
He shrugged his shoulders. Actually, if Melania had had her way, he would be in Italy as well no doubt helping carrel Melania's younger brother into some sense, but after last time, Max had, politely as possible, asserted he would visit next weekend if Melania was still there. He also had school to not miss, and it was just--- it was better this way, even if it meant Melania being a bit cross with him at the moment.
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