That evening Max went to see Pete in his garage."Hey Mr. P I had to ask you something. "
"Go ahead." Pete replied without taking his focus off the project on his table.
"Well there's this girl in class and-"
"If you asked her out this Friday the cars already booked." Pete interrupted.
"No no no. It's not that. Actually I don't know how to ask out and was wondering if you had any advice."
"Ahhhh the question as old as love itself. 'How to get a girl'." Pete said as he got up, now far more interested in this conversation."Getting a girlfriend is a lot like selling a car. First you've gotta gauge interest. When girls like what they see, they act different. They might get flustered or start playing with their hair or other stuff too subtle to be noticed. If she's interested your job's already done for you. Just ask her on a couple dates and she's yours. If she's not interested then you're gonna have to work a little harder. You should still try asking her out but you'd better be ready to fork over a pretty penny on the first date if you really want to impress. Regardless remember you're selling yourself for the currency of love and time, so focus on your best attributes and if you notice something she likes about you or someone else double down on that feature."
"That all sounds good but how do I start talking when my throat gets all lumpy around her."
"For that try putting a couple drops of this in your drink."Pete said grabbing and handing over a tiny glass bottle containing about 6 tablespoons of alcohol to Max. "This is a little concoction I call liquid confidence. Just a lid full and you'll be the bravest man on earth but be careful not to take any more than that, get caught with it, and especially don't let anyone know where you got it."
"Thanks Pete! There's no way I can fail with this."