Max was trying really hard not to look at Caroline. She didn't want to. But it was hard when Caroline was sitting there, all radiant, flipping her hair like she was starring in her own rom-com. Max didn't care if Caroline was talking to some guy at the counter, but that didn't mean her stomach wasn't doing some ridiculous somersaults.
Max was in full "don't care" mode, cleaning the same spot on the counter for the third time in a row. It didn't help that Caroline was laughing. Again.
pCaroline, you're gonna give the guy a heart attack with that laugh," Max muttered under her breath, pretending to be busy./
Caroline shot her a look, her lips curving into a teasing grin. "Oh, relax, Max. He's harmless. Just enjoying the view."
Max rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, the view. Just don't be surprised if he starts offering you his entire life savings and a yacht to go with that smile."
Caroline just laughed. Of course, she did. That was Caroline—always the charm machine. Max wasn't sure whether she was annoyed by it or secretly in awe.
"So," Caroline said, turning to Max with that gleam in her eye. "You, uh, got any big plans tonight or are you just gonna hang around here being all grumpy?"
Max stopped wiping down the counter. "You mean am I going to sit here watching you try to seduce every guy that walks in? Yeah, probably."
Caroline raised her eyebrow, amused. "I'm just being nice, Max. It's called polite conversation."
Max stared at her. "Polite conversation? That was literally a 15-minute monologue on how great his hair was."
Caroline shrugged like it was no big deal. "He had great hair, Max. It's a valid point."
"Yeah, well, if I wanted to talk about hair, I'd've gone to a salon." Max picked up a glass and started drying it just a little too aggressively.
The door opened, and Han walked in, his usual calm demeanor at odds with the chaos that seemed to follow the girls around. He glanced at Max and Caroline, then back at the small army of trays piled high with cupcakes and baked goods.
"Are you two seriously still doing this?" Han asked, crossing his arms. "She's been talking to that guy for 20 minutes."
Caroline grinned. "Oh, I wasn't talking to him, Han. I was teaching him the fine art of complimenting a woman properly."
Max snorted, "Or you were trying to get him to give you his credit card number. How's that working out for you?"
pMax rolled her eyes again, pushing a cupcake to the side as if it could somehow take her frustration away. "Yeah, well, I'm not the one with a thousand guys lined up at the door."/p
"Technically," Caroline countered, "I only have two guys lined up and the guy at the counter is the third. The third is still a maybe."
Max stared at her. "That's... disturbing."
"You're jealous," Caroline said, smiling as she leaned on the counter. "And that's adorable." She smirked. Max fucking hated how caroline could make max feel those little butterlfies in her chest in which she was sure she killed years ago.
Caroline walked over to the booth where the tall brunette asshole was sitting in and started giggling at every.single.thing.he.said. Why was she even inlove with blondie? Wait.. inlove? Maybe not. She doesn't know.
Max froze. She wasn't sure what that meant, but the last thing she needed was for Caroline to start picking apart her emotions. So she shook her head and went over to the kitchen window to take her orders.
Oleg's head popped up, grinning ear to ear as he rung the bell. "Table 6! Pick up! Alright, what's this I hear about jealousy?"
Max's face twisted, and she sighed, muttering under her breath, "This is my life. Surrounded by insane people who have no idea what personal space is."
The day went smoothly. Except for maybe the occasional death glares max shot at the fancy guy. She's sure he was now scared of her. Good for you max. She thought to herself.