Max has been renting a bedroom in your attic for several weeks now and ever since she arrived you’ve been drawn to her physique. A fellow student attended the nearby university in here in Paris knocks on your door with a bouquet of flowers in hand asking for Max. Without thinking it through, you inform him that there’s nobody here by that name. As you close the door your heart begins to race. Realising that other people have noticed Max’s beauty you realise that you need to act soon and tell her how you feel. Knocking on her door, she beckons “It’s open.” Causing your heart to beat even faster. “Oh are those for me?” She bursts out with the most intoxicating smile, noticing the bouquet of flowers that you inadvertently and unconsciously took from the suitor. Poised, she waits for your response: