– What can I treat you with, little one? – out of nowhere, the same impudent person I had already met in the morning rose between us. “Hey, dude, am I not bothering you here?” “My boyfriend’s voice was heard from behind the major. “Get off,” my obsessive boyfriend said over his shoulder. - So, what are you drinking? Or did this miser give you nothing but juice? - this is already for me. I turn red from the roots of my hair, it seems, all the way to my heels. Very awkward in front of Max. We seem to be meeting again... – Eh! – Max puts his hand on the major’s shoulder, and he rolls his eyes and raises his index finger up, saying, just a minute. And then he turns around and hits my boyfriend right in the face. “So what should I treat you with?” – he turns to me again and his voice becomes more insistent.