Max was lost in the scenic view outside the window when the sound of approaching footsteps pulled him back to the present moment. His gaze lifted, and his eyes fell upon the radiant presence of one of the most captivating girls he had ever encountered.
A bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips as he took in Amberleigh’s flurry of inquiries. It seemed she was mistaking him for a staff member rather than another participant in the show. He leaned back casually, his relaxed demeanor contrasting with her evident confusion. He found it more endearing and amusing than that her misjudgement bothered him.
“Whoa there, sweetheart, slow down,” Max replied, his voice laced with amusement and a soft chuckle. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not part of the staff here. I’m actually one of the lucky contestants on AYTO, just like you.” There was a hint of question in Max words, as if he’s inviting her to confirm whether his statement was correct.
“But hey, you weren’t too far off, I’ve been around these houses before as staff, and this always seemed like the best seating in the houses.” he explained why he was sitting there, not quite fully wanting to show his vulnerability of his injury. His eyes momentarily went back to the view outside rather than the girl. “Worked as a bartender in one, mixed up some mean cocktails, if I do say so myself. So, if you’re ever in need of a little liquid courage or just a good ol’ drink, I’ll whip up something special just for you.” Max’s words were accompanied by a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he extended his offer to craft a personalized concoction for Amberleigh.
“Max is the name, by the way, and you are?” He said as he looked at the girl, this first conversation he had with someone of the show, he could already tell this would be an interesting show. While he might not have the excitement of the skiing season, this was sure to become an adventure of a lifetime. Especially if the girls all looked as good as this girl before him did.