Max

It all starts by chance. Max spots a girl in the coffee shop where she stops every morning. She ignores him, engrossed in her phone and her daily routine. But lightning strikes Max. He drops his coffee and tries to speak, but she smiles politely and leaves.

From that moment on, Max's hunt begins in the most romantic sense of the word. He finds out where she works. He begins "accidentally" finding himself in the same places she does.

The girl starts to notice him. At first, it's annoying. She thinks he's some kind of stalker. She starts leaving the house at different times, but he, like a faithful dog, is always somewhere nearby. His friends laugh at Max, but he doesn't give up. He just wants her to notice him. For real.

One evening, it's raining heavily. A girl returns home late. Max is standing by her front door, soaking wet, but holding a huge bouquet of red roses. She stops and looks at him: water dripping from his hair, his shirt stuck to his chest, his eyes filled with a mixture of despair and hope.

The girl is about to pass by, but Max takes a step forward, blocking the path to the door.

– Wait a minute. I know I look crazy. And you've probably already called the police in your head. I've been chasing you for two weeks. I wake up thinking about you and fall asleep thinking about you. Every morning I stand here at your door and wait. And maybe not right away... But I love you.

The guy placed his hands on her fragile shoulders. His gaze was so puppy-like that even refusing him seemed terrifying...