Free The Charming Max by Desi Lang

Chapter A: Meet Mr. Charming
    The vending machine is acting up again.
    Sybille kicked the machine several times out of frustration. Why is it that every time she needed something, it would never be delivered? Now even the Vending Machine God also joined the rest of the world in a conspiracy to make her unhappy. Well at least give me my 1 dollar back! She then shook the coin exchanges. Nothing was there! Evil machine! She shook and kicked the vending machine a few times more.
    “Hey, hey, young lady, is there a problem?”
    Sybille jumped. The machine talked!
    Then she realized that the voice came from a man who suddenly appeared from the left side of the vending machine. He’s tall, athletic, quite good looking with soothing amber eyes directly beamed to her. They melted her heart immediately.
    “What has this poor machine done you wrong?” he smiled the sweetest smile. Sybille suddenly forgot about her troubles.
    “Um, eh …”
    “It’s broken, isn’t it?”
    That’s right! Suddenly memories came flooding back to her. “It won’t dispense my drink but it swallowed my money!”
    The man sighed. “We poor citizens always have to suffer the anarchy of the institutions.”
    Exactly! This man speaks out my mind! Sybille thought of him as her good friend already.
    “Tell me about it. And all I want is just a simple cup of mocha latte.” She pouted.
    And the man answered like every true gentleman would. “Why don’t we go to the café in the second floor and I treat you your cup of java?”
    Thank heavens for gentlemen!
    The gentleman was called Max, fourth year computer engineering student in the university. In addition to pulling chair out for her, he also brought her coffee to the table. Sybille had long forgotten being treated like a lady and she found it very nice.
    “So, you are from economics major?” he started a conversation.
    “Yes and second major in statistics.” She answered with eyes still ogling the steaming creamy and thick coffee in front of her.
    “It’s very cool to do two majors. You are a smart girl.”
    Nobody called her smart before. The nicknames her friends gave her usually lie somewhere between mediocre and downright dumb (or sometimes even animals). Sybille found herself floating the clouds. “Not really …” she beamed.
    “I only do one major and I found white hair on my head already!” he cracked a joke.
    “My hair was white for the first major but gone back to black for the second one!” responded Sybille.
    They laughed.
    The coffee break only lasted for 10 minutes. He didn’t even ask for her number, so unlike those sleazy guys who pretended to be nice just to hit on girls. After coffee, they said their friendly byes and then went their separate ways.
    For the rest of the day, Sybille found herself humming cheerfully.
    “I don’t think this is a good idea.” Sybille complained while fixing her makeup in front of the mirror. Her roommate and best friend, Cora, didn’t listen to her and instead concentrated on putting extra padding into her bra. “Listen chicken,” she said with authoritative tone. “I’m going to crash the senior party with or without you. This is probably our last chance to check out those cool senior guys before they graduate this summer. After they’re gone, what left to date will only be useless immature first, second and third years who never even wash their socks!”
    “But this party is for seniors only, if we get caught …”
    Cora turned around and put both of her hands on her hips arrogantly. “With this boob size, you think they will know that we’re only first years?”
    Those were 50% padding! Sybille wanted to say, but she still had the common sense to hold back some of her harshest opinions in order to keep her head intact.
    So our two adventurous girls went to the common hall where the exclusive party for the senior years was held. Cora was right. Those fourth years were nothing like the babies (Cora’s term) in the first or