Free The Charming Max by Desi Lang Page B

different internships during all my summer breaks. Through the internships I found that I fit better as management consultant than strait-jacket engineer. “
    “That’s why I recommend you to start thinking what you want, because the earlier you know, the lesser time wasted on so-called ‘wrong internships’ or God forbid, ‘jobs’.” He continued while pouring coke into Sybille’s empty glass.
    Sybille never had big brother, and now she knew how nice it was to have one.
    When a group of her girlfriends passed by and joined them for a while, Max didn’t even seem awkward. He introduced himself to them and immediately blended in the conversation. “I saw Crystal from the Business major walking with another guy today. I think he’s from engineering. She’s really cheap!” giggled one of the girls.
    “Ah, I heard about Crystal. She’s pretty well known among us the engineering guys.” Max chipped in.
    The girls beamed. A guy who understood gossip! He immediately became their buddy.
    After the lunch, they parted ways. Sybille went with the girls and Max on his own. But before that Sybille managed to fish out his number. “For future contact in case I also want to get into management consultancy!” she reasoned. And he happily gave it to her. He said that he could even give her contacts from his previous consultancy internship. Sybille’s future was secured.
    “I think he’s interested in me.”
    Cora looked up from her nail painting session. They were in their room, Sybille was browsing consultancy jobs and Cora was deep in her manicure pedicure ritual.
    “Who?” Cora asked loudly, like she couldn’t hear.
    “Max. That’s why he’s always very nice, you know?”
    “Um, he’s always nice to people it seems.”
    “But I think he’s especially nice to me.” Sybille smiled dreamily. Cora looked at her suspiciously. “You better reduce the size of that big head of yours.” She grumbled. “There’s no way someone so charming, successful and fourth year on top of that, interested in flat-chested first year with borderline grades.”
    Sybille threw her a pillow. “Hey! No grade talk!”

Chapter B: Reality Bites
    But is this Max actually really interested in her? Or is Sybille just imagining things?
    …8…7…9….8…2…3….
    Sybille stopped. She suddenly got nervous. But what should I say?? She put down her mobile phone.
    But…hesitantly she glanced at the phone with the corner of her eyes. It’s been a week without meeting Max at all. She did everything she could to try to catch him. Camped out at his (suspected) usual hangouts, haunted engineering building day and night, even went so far as camouflaging as engineering student and attending the lectures (bad idea, until now she’s still recovering from the dizziness caused by a certain engineering mathematics session @_@). She knew that Max was fourth year student and thus very busy, but it’s been a week … it’s driving her crazy. She wanted to see him, see him, see him … so badly!
    So she picked up her phone again and redialed the number for the umpteenth time.
    Max picked it up at fourth ring. “Max here.”
    THUMP! Now she wanted to throw the phone and run as far away as she could. He’s there! He’s there on the other line! What should I do??
    “Um…um…hello Max …you busy?“
    “Kind of. Who is it?”
    He’s busy! Sybille so wanted to bang her head on the wall. What did I say? It’s a bad idea ! the angel in her head scolded. Stop chicken out you moron! scolded the devil in her head. Sybille couldn’t stand her own internal fight, and decided to end the agony.
    “Um…never mind then….bye….”
    Silent for a while. Then she heard Max said cautiously, “Is it Sybille?”
    Bingo! She let out a nervous laugh.
    “I’m sorry for calling you when you are so busy …”
    “It’s OK. How are you? I haven’t seen you for a while. At the moment I’m rather busy with wrapping up my FYP. Got to submit next week or