Max trying to explain why she keeps looking at you.
"Why do you keep looking at me, Max? Is there something on my face?" You ask your friend.
"Well, t-there is nothing on your face, Y/N. I j-just- Umm, you're pretty, that's all." She stutters with a light blush on her cheeks.
"You're pretty too, Maxie." I respond, smiling at her.
She let's out a sigh knowing that you didn't catch her lying. She liked you. But you could never know that.
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𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ; 𝑖𝑡 / 𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠
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