Criminal VS. Criminal || мαℓιк

7. 1-800-Ruin-My-Date

*Please read Author's Note at end. Very important.*

7. 1-800-Ruin-My-Date

   I stared in awe as Max walked in. Her presence caught the attention of many of the males in the place. She walked past tables, causing the males to whistle and drool. But she was only focused on coming my way. She wore a blue dress with flower designs. It ended about mid thigh and has blue spaghetti straps. She wore a nude colored belt around her waist. Max wore nude heels and carried her nude purse and grey pea coat in one hand. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail.

   "Sorry, I'm late. Dad wanted to know where I was going," Max says as she steps in front of me. I simply nod my head, unable to form in coherent words. Max smiles, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. I nod, gesturing towards her seat. Max smiles, taking her seat. I slide into my own booth, smiling warmly.

   "So. . . How are you?" I start out, not knowing what else to say. My hands are shaking and that rarely happens. And when I mean rarely, I mean never. Ever. Never ever. Ever. 

   "Fine, how are you?" Max asks, seeming a bit insecure.

   Whoa. The only time you'll see Max and insecure in the same sentence is if the words is not are in between them. This is something rare. I did not even think Max could be insecure. Unless. . . Unless I am the one making her feel insecure. The thought of having her weak made sparks fly through my eyes. "Great, actually. What do you want to eat?" I ask, trying to be a gentlemen. Max picks up her menu, her eyes skimming over the words.

   "You pick," Max answers after a while. 

   "I was thinking we could order one lobster for us to share?" I suggest. Max nods, closing her menu and placing it at the edge of the table. I do the same, gesturing that curly-haired waiter over. Her rushes over as fast as possible, pulling some glasses out of her shirt pocket. My eyes travel to his name tag. Nelson.

   "What can I g-get you?" Nelson asks, his attention focused on me more than Max. 

   "We'll have the medium lobster. And to drink, I'll have your finest cocktail," I say, picking at the end of my blazer sleeves. He quickly writes down the order, turning his attention to Maxxon. His gaze seems to harden as he stares at her, waiting for her to say something. Max taps her fingers on the table top, thinking of some drink.

   "I will just have some water," Max answers. Nelson writes it down in his black notepad, a bit too hard, considering her pencil tip broke. He stuffs it into his pocket, turning his attention back to me. His gaze softens.

   "I will be right back with your orders," Nelson smiles, before walking away. A wave of silence rolls over our dinner table. Max cracks a smile before bursting out in laughter. Confused, I watch her laugh her guts out. Finally, when she regains her posture, she looks at me with mischievous eyes. I raise my eyebrows.

   "What?" I ask, watching her smile broaden.

   "Don't you realize it, Zayn?" Max says, gesturing to the situation. Furrowing my eyebrows together, I ponder it. After a moment, I shake my head. Max giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. "It is kinda obvious, Mr. Malik! Come on, you should know this! He's obviously gay!" She whispers, quite loudly.

   "How do you know that?" I ask, giving her a sarcastic look. Max rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her pink lips. I raise my eyebrows again, waiting for her to continue. ax clears her throat, fully regaining her posture.

   "Yeah, 'coz if I was guy, I would want other guys checking me out," Max answer sarcastically. Embarrassed, I look down at my lap. Max giggles. "Seriously, Zayn! He was all like 'What can I g-get you?' Comedy gold! I do not know how you did not notice it. He obviously has the feels for you, Zaynieeee," Max sings.