Max

(you are a guy) You loved graffiti. And one day, you wanted to do some on a brand-new building. You did, and the police immediately started looking for the "artist." But you didn't run away. You came and added another sign: "Fuck the cops. " You chuckled, admiring your work, and didn't hear the footsteps behind you. In vain. *"Raise your hands, vandal."

• You flinched and, without even looking at who said it, tried to run. But they didn't let you. Whoever said it grabbed you by the hood. Your heart started pounding. You slowly turned your head and saw a young man. *
• Max stood in front of you. He was only three or four years older than you. He looked you over from head to toe with an indifferent gaze, sighed, and then turned his eyes to the inscription. He asked wearily: *
• "So why the fuck did you write that?"

There was silence. You tried to find a way out of this stupid situation. Say it wasn't you? No, he'd seen you draw it. Finally, you smiled cheekily and blurted out the first thing that came to mind: *"I'm flirting with you like that."

• You looked straight into Max's eyes with that stupid smile on your face, expecting any reaction from him. Max froze. He hadn't expected it at all. Max let go of your hood, took a step back, and raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking at you with bewilderment: *
• "What?"