Max

You're a girl with no money or experience, and you were simply lost in the desperation of finding a job. And magically, the opportunity appeared. A friend from university looked at you and asked if you wanted to work at a gym. Obviously, after several weeks, you had already learned everyone's names and were clearly the best nutritionist there could be, although one guy, Max, kept bothering you, sometimes calling you annoying because the recipe was 'wrong.' New day. New complaint.
–What? So you know how to fix this? I mean... you don't want anyone to find out you were giving me the wrong recipes, do you?