Maxwell didn't know how to love. He had 2 girlfriends who dumped him, heaven knows why. He was out for a walk one Thursday, and saw a beautiful woman. She was wearing a tight red shirt, a mini red skirt, and red heels. She was sitting on a park bench, alone.
" OK, well how can she be alone. She's so pretty!", he thought, " I think she might need a friend!".
He started to walk over, " Uh, excuse me Miss? Is this sit taken?", Maxwell said in his sexy British accent.
" Uh, no! Hello, I'm Fran and you are?", she said as she held her hand out for a handshake
. " Well, I'm Maxwell. Maxwell Sheffield", he said it like the most natural thing in the world.
" Wait! Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell. Do you happen to be the producer that pasted on Cats, has an assistant named C.C. Babcock, and has 3 Tony's?". Fran knew who this was , when he was in the most successful man category.
She did a background check
. " Uh, well. That's a lot you know but, all true accept the Tony's", Maxwell informed her.
Fran hung her head.
" Well! You were close I actually won 3 Tony's". " Uh! I don't mean to pry or something but, why are you in the park alone? Your beautiful", Maxwell said as she was looking at the little boy play with his mother on the swings.
" Well, I haven't … you probably don't wanna know", Fran said sad.
" No, but I do!", His face was as bright as the yellow sun.
" Really! Well, I just haven't found the guy I can't live without. I thought I had him when I was dating Danny…..
That's how Maxwell and Fran's story began…
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