I retreat to the back of the elevator and pull open the last cheesy puff bag and stuff a handful into my mouth, allowing bright orange crumbs to cascade down my shirt. I stifle a grin, imagining Max’s face after I tell him I’m out of cheesy puffs and he specifically sees them all over my front. I shove another bunch in, kind of smashing them into my mouth so that they get into my hair a little bit. It’s right about here that I realize the statuesque beauty is watching me in the reflection of one of the slim, highly polished panels. She quickly looks away. My pulse races. I think about saying
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