...Was she... BLUSHING?! Maxon Grey Grant had just made someone BLUSH? What...? Oh wait, now she was acting like nothing happened... ABORT ABORT ABORT!!! He needed a time-turner ASAP. Where could he -- oh, she was thanking him now? ...Did that mean she was
okay with the compliment? Poor little Maxy was so confused... "You're, um... Welcome." His voice squeaked a little on that last word. EMBARRASSING. Could he just go find a hole and bury himself in it now pls? Where was a Batcave for him to hide out in when he needed one?! Maxon might've likened himself to Batman, but Bruce Wayne he was not. Bruce Wayne was a lady's man. Maxon was just a... Um, he didn't even know, honestly.
Maxon nodded his head. "Tomorrow. Cool." CRICKETS. What should he say or do now? Everything felt so awkward. It was his fault! Why couldn't he have been smooth like his dad? His dad had been so charming... Meanwhile, Maxon was about as charming as a giraffe on roller skates. This was NOT going well, nope.