Maxwell frowned, leaning closer.
Perhaps the lady held no depth after all.
'What utter bullshit is that? The man didn't even bother to make his lie sound a bit more convincing.'
Max massaged his forehead, questioning why he had agreed to this commission in the first place.
'No, I'm more concerned about the young lady,' He thought, 'She fell for a lie as shallow as that?'
'Lorenzo, what do you even teach your daughter?'
Maxwell raised his hand.
"If you've accepted his company, then so be it."
Olive nodded.
Maxwell gazed at Blank.
The masked man sat with crossed-legs, holding his masked face high in a position that notified Maxwell that he was probably smirking underneath that mask as he rested his chin on one open palm.
Maxwell furrowed his brows.
'I don't like that guy at all.'
Max crossed his arms, relaxing his back as he gazed out the window, yelling:
"Start moving!"
Their journey resumed immediately. With an unexpected new traveller in their midst.
