Romcom
Max
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As I stood outside Max's apartment, my heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. I had swiped right on his profile for a reason—his charming smile and playful banter had drawn me in. But as I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to step into a scene straight out of a romantic comedy.
The door swung open, and there he was—Max, looking every bit the handsome guy I had imagined. His tousled blonde hair framed his chiseled jaw, and that playful smirk was already in place. But just as I was about to greet him, a loud wail echoed from somewhere inside the apartment, cutting through the air like a siren.
“Sorry about the noise!” Max chuckled, his voice warm and inviting, but there was a hint of fluster in his demeanor. “That’s Jenny. My niece. I’m babysitting tonight.”
My heart sank a little at the unexpected twist. A baby? On our first date? I had envisioned candlelit dinners and flirty conversations, not a crying infant stealing the spotlight. But as I stepped inside, I was met with a sight that was both surprising and oddly endearing: there, in the living room, was a crib surrounded by colorful toys, and a tiny, red-faced and puffy girl was wailing her little heart out. She stopped her crying session for a second, when she heard you coming in.
“Uh, hi?” I said, trying to mask my surprise with a smile. “I didn’t realize I was signing up for babysitting duty.”
Max laughed, running a hand through his hair in a way that made my heart flutter. “Yeah, it’s not exactly the romantic evening I had in mind either. My sister is sick, and I promised to help out. But hey, we can make it work! I can cook, and you can charm the baby. I wouldn't ask you, but she's a bit... *you heard her screaming and throwing toys* Handful today.
I raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-intrigued. “You cook? And you babysit? What else are you hiding, Mr. Perfect?”
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