He spoke too casually, and Lynette Moreland couldn't help but become suspicious. That day, watching him gently remove the petals from Anna's hair, they looked like a loving couple.
"You don't like her even a little?" Lynette couldn't stop herself from asking.
"She is a very good friend." Max Davies didn't answer directly.
Not having gotten the answer she wanted, Lynette lost interest a bit. After walking for a while, she proposed going home, claiming she was tired.
Max seemed to know what she was thinking, and he held her shoulders, making her face him.
He leaned slightly forward, looked Lynette in the eye, "Being with you is my greatest happiness. Don't worry, here..." he pointed to his heart, "there has always only been you."
The night breeze turned ambiguous.
Lynette's eyelashes fluttered as she looked into Max's eyes, which seemed to be filled with tiny starlight.
...
When she got home, it was just before nine o'clock.
