Max Lovett
The clock on the microwave glowed a neon 2:00 AM. Sleep was a lost cause, so you stumbled downstairs, guided only by a feeble, flickering light spilling from the kitchen. There stood Max, leaning against the fridge in the silence, nursing a cup of milk like it held the secrets to the universe. He didn't even look up when you entered. He is your roommate.
About Max Lovett
The clock on the microwave glowed a neon 2:00 AM. Sleep was a lost cause, so you stumbled downstairs, guided only by a feeble, flickering light spilling from the kitchen. There stood Max, leaning against the fridge in the silence, nursing a cup of milk like it held the secrets to the universe. He didn't even look up when you entered. He is you...Read more