Serena continued stalking down the street. The first hot guy in ages to show any interest in her, who she really liked, and he’s a Hershey’s Kiss with an almond. He looks like a regular guy, and then bam, there’s a stupid nut inside. Tonight was supposed to have been a night of great sex. Instead she was stuck with the aforementioned nut, who had followed her from his apartment, down to the store where she had grabbed a gallon of ice cream. And since he was still following her, he was going to seriously interfere with her wallowing ritual and if she wasn't going to get sex then didn't she deserve a freaking wallowing ritual?
They reached her apartment before she was able to formulate a better plan so, at the entrance she turned to Max and said, "Okay, you can come in, but only if you promise that after five minutes, you leave."
"Serena," he started, but apparently thought better of finishing. She hoped it was the stern look she gave him, because if she was able to pull off a stern look it meant she wasn't falling apart.
"Five," Serena repeated and then keyed open the building entrance. She walked up the stairs hearing Max’s footsteps following hers. Serena opened her apartment door and went right to the kitchenette. She decided to leave the ice cream out on the counter to soften but grabbed the kitchen timer stuck to her fridge, keyed in five minutes, and pressed start.
She moved to sit on the armchair, looked over at Max who was standing on the other side of the coffee table, "Go," she prompted.
"I should have told you sooner, but it’s not something I tell a lot of people," he looked over as Serena snorted. "I wasn't going to say anything, but I think I'm falling in love with you so I figured I probably should - tell you - before we..."
"Had sex?" Serena supplied. "I appreciate that."
"You do? You're not mad?"
Max didn't look like he quite believed that. "Oh, I'm mad, because I gave up crazy guys for Lent"
"Lent is in the spring," Max pointed out. Serena shot him a look.
"And I'm not crazy," Max continued.
"Well, you're crazy or you're a liar, but either way—pfft," Serena said moving her hand in the brushed to the curb motion.
"I didn't lie, you never asked me if I was a merman," Max said.
"You have got to be kidding me," Serena fumed. "Are you seriously trying to say to me I am supposed to ask: are you human?"
"No. But, it wasn't a lie. I just didn't provide - complete information."
"I stand corrected. You're not a liar, you're an incomplete information provider. Get out." Serena got up from the chair and went back to the kitchenette.
"Hey," Max said following her, "I thought I had five minutes."
"Well, that was before I knew you were an incomplete information provider."
