Max scoffed, pulled out his phone and started tapping on the screen.
That’s when I remembered. I took out my phone and held it up to him.
“Sorry, you’ll have to scan to pay. Your side chick deleted my contact on DayChat.”
Max’s eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but he scanned the code.
“If you wanted money, you could’ve just asked. No need to play games,” he sneered.
When the payment went through, I didn’t respond. I turned around, went into the kitchen and started making the soup. Max stood there watching me, probably worried I might poison Jane.
As if I would.
I’m generous. I even added two extra teaspoons of salt.
Then, out of nowhere, Max said, “Sadie Knight.”
I paused, looking up from the soup. What he said next caught me completely off guard.
“Let’s get married. Both of our parents can meet this weekend.”
I didn’t even flinch as I stirred the soup. Instead, I gave him a strange look.
“Did you lose a game of truth or dare?” I asked. I wasn’t even trying to be sarcastic.
It wasn’t the first time Max had “proposed.” Just a few months ago, he took me up some desolate mountain and at the top, he knelt down with a bunch of wild grass in his hand and yelled, “Sadie, let’s get married!”
It was a scorching hot day and the air felt thick with the heat and the crowd. I won’t lie—my heart skipped a beat. My pulse quickened and I said “yes” without thinking.
But then Jane started laughing. The whole group went silent, but her laughter echoed around us. It was unnerving.
I thought she was losing it.
But then Max started laughing, too.
After Jane finally stopped, clutching her stomach, she looked at me and said, “Don’t feel bad, Sadie. Max was just joking. We lost a game of truth or dare last night!”
