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ROY: Something the matter?

Jesus, his voice. Deep, masculine; he could read me the phonebook. Do they still make phonebooks? Focus!

MAX: Hi there, yeah uh… I… spilled coffee on my computer. I’m an idiot! Haha.

Christ, I AM an idiot. I haven’t backed this thing up in weeks. What if I’ve actually gone and fucked it up? All so as I can get talking to this huge beast of a man… Maybe it’s worth it, actually. What am I saying? What’s wrong with me? God, he must think I’m a moron.

MAX: Sorry to bother you… Roy, is it?

Roy. Even his NAME is hot. Roy…

ROY: Is it still working?

MAX: I, uh, don’t know…

What if he leaves? Think of a reason to keep him here!

MAX: It made a weird noise.

A weird noise? What the hell kind of stupid lie is that? What must he be thinking of me right now? I want to die… Still, maybe it worked. Maybe he’ll stick around.

ROY: I could take it downstairs, have a look at it, if you’re worried?

Shit, I didn’t think of that. Of course he has to take it downstairs. Then again, at least this means he’ll have to bring it back. Gives me some time to think up… I don’t know yet. A better plan than “Act Like A Dork”.

MAX: Oh sure! That would be great!

Too enthusiastic, dial it back.

ROY: No problem. I’ll be back with it later.

MAX: Thanks again! Great!

Apparently I can’t dial it back. Jeez Louise, why did he make me so nervous? I feel like… a stupid kid with a crush. My palms are still sweaty! Jesus, Max, get your shit together. You got talking to him, that’s good. Found out his name, also good. Plus he’s coming back later. All good. Calm down.
I notice he didn’t address me as Sir or Mr Morgan or at the very least Max like most of the staff do. That seems kind of cocky, now that I think of it, like he didn’t seem to care. Fuck that’s hot.

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ROY: Something the matter?

Jesus, his voice. Deep, masculine; he could read me the phonebook. Do they still make phonebooks? Focus!

MAX: Hi there, yeah uh… I… spilled coffee on my computer. I’m an idiot! Haha.

Christ, I AM an idiot. I haven’t backed this thing up in weeks. What if I’ve actually gone and fucked it up? All so as I can get talking to this huge beast of a man… Maybe it’s worth it, actually. What am I saying? What’s wrong with me? God, he must think I’m a moron.

MAX: Sorry to bother you… Roy, is it?

Roy. Even his NAME is hot. Roy…

ROY: Is it still working?

MAX: I, uh, don’t know…

What if he leaves? Think of a reason to keep him here!

MAX: It made a weird noise.

A weird noise? What the hell kind of stupid lie is that? What must he be thinking of me right now? I want to die… Still, maybe it worked. Maybe he’ll stick around.

ROY: I could take it downstairs, have a look at it, if you’re worried?

Shit, I didn’t think of that. Of course he has to take it downstairs. Then again, at least this means he’ll have to bring it back. Gives me some time to think up… I don’t know yet. A better plan than “Act Like A Dork”.

MAX: Oh sure! That would be great!

Too enthusiastic, dial it back.

ROY: No problem. I’ll be back with it later.

MAX: Thanks again! Great!

Apparently I can’t dial it back. Jeez Louise, why did he make me so nervous? I feel like… a stupid kid with a crush. My palms are still sweaty! Jesus, Max, get your shit together. You got talking to him, that’s good. Found out his name, also good. Plus he’s coming back later. All good. Calm down.
I notice he didn’t address me as Sir or Mr Morgan or at the very least Max like most of the staff do. That seems kind of cocky, now that I think of it, like he didn’t seem to care. Fuck that’s hot.