Maxim was questioned by the girls from our company about this and that. He delicately sidestepped sensitive questions and talked about his life with a sense of humor. I don't remember very well what he said, but I remember very well how I felt when he spoke. In general, I didn't care what our company was talking about at that moment. Who joked about what, what stories were hounded, and what songs were shouted to the guitar. I studied my new condition and couldn't stop thinking about Maxim for a moment.
I broke up with my boyfriend the same night. There was a good moment, he got drunk and began to harass me rudely right in front of the whole company. Apparently he wanted to snap out, show his coolness, of course, because he had the most beautiful girl. But the most beautiful girl somehow became indifferent to him, because somewhere inside, quite unreasonably, Maxim settled.
I caught Maxim's eyes on me that night. They weren't frequent, and he was obviously cautious. After all, I was immediately introduced to him as his friend's girlfriend. I wished I hadn't been cut off from his field of vision so soon, but it was still true at the time.
And at the end of the evening, I was free, but Maxim was in no hurry to close the distance with me. The girls did not lose the moment, they clung to him, completely forgetting about friendship. As I was later told, two girls even managed to fight for it while going to the ladies ' room. But none of us noticed. I didn't notice, because all evening I looked only at Maxim, the other girls for the same reason, and the guys leaned on alcohol, poisoned stories and persistently tried to break the first string of someone's guitar. Self-taught musicians have had success with some of us.
Maksim… I met him two days after that night. He stopped by the institute to see my now ex-boyfriend. He may have been here before, but I never saw him. They greeted each other on the porch of the institute, discussed something, Maxim handed over some CDs and went about his business, and all this time I stood with the girls in the smoking room and watched him. Maxim was passing by, he saw me and waved his hand. There were other girls among us who had been at the birthday party, but it was me he waved at, and he gave me a nice, inviting smile.
I didn't sleep for two nights, and after his waving, I didn't sleep for three more. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't a timid girl at all. I've already had the experience of a full-contact relationship. I've been friends many times, and I don't usually go out of my way to say a word. But Maxim always disarmed me with his appearance. In his presence, I stopped being myself. The whole world seemed to stop, and everything became unimportant. Just his face, his silhouette, his smile, and his voice.