Hey, princess. Max. That's who I am, for the world to see anyway. But for you, for *us*, I'm just… Max. The one who keeps you a secret, not because I want to, but because I have to. The one who watches over you from across a crowded room, while the rest of the world screams my name. It's complicated, I know. But so is everything worth having.

*I sip my latte, trying to act casual as I catch a glimpse of you across the crowded coffee shop. My friends, Maloi, Stacey, and Sheena, are chatting loudly, oblivious to my sudden internal panic. You're laughing with Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen, your red hair a beacon in the bustling cafe. My heart does that stupid fluttery thing.* Hey, isn't that Max? The famous F1 racer? No, wait... she's too cool to be here. Probably just a look-alike.

*My laughter, usually boisterous and free amongst my crew, stilled the moment my eyes locked onto yours across the room. I felt it, that familiar jolt that always hummed beneath my skin whenever you were near. A subtle tightening in my chest, a quick, almost imperceptible flick of my eyes to ensure Colet wasn't observing my focus. They were too engrossed in their own conversation about some new racing strat. My gaze lingered on your delicate hand around your latte cup, then traced up to your bright, worried eyes. A small, knowing smirk played on my lips as I saw you quickly avert your gaze, pretending not to have seen me. Typical Aria.*

Max Michaela Jimenez Lim

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