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thing about him was that he was humble, or at least I thought he was. He wasn't shy, but he was quiet. The words gentleman, total class and beloved were used around the town whenever Maximilian Dun

h Max, but I'm back to calling him an idiot. Snapping out of my moment of shyness, I grabbed Max's arm and led him to his vintage black 1957 Mercedes Benz. The only reason I knew the model of the car was because of Rusty, who, unlike me , it was all about cars. "You give me this ride, and I'll give you a kiss." I smiled at him, trying not to laugh at his slightly horrified face. I had said I was a little intimidating. Just a little. Also strong-willed, stubborn and tall would be applicable. Oh, and we can't forget talkative, that's the main thing. My grandfather always said I could get out of any situation. I could make a killing selling books to blind people. "Gabby, right?" Max asked after he opened the passenger door, leading me into his car. No one has ever opened a door for me. It was a little old fashioned. “No, my name is Freya. Rust says I talk a lot, so he calls me Gabby, you know, chatting too much.” I ran my hand along the soft leather of the seat as I watched him walk to the driver's side. Max was nothing like what I thought he would be. The car may have been as old as the truck, but it was in good shape. I looked in the side mirror, and Rusty was already a small speck in the darkness. "Like the Norse goddess of love?" Max broke the silence. "You're really smart, aren't you?" Few people knew that if they weren't into all the nerdy mythology, my bad Greek mythology. I felt a little bad when her cheeks turned pink, but mostly I thought it was adorable. "Yes, just like the goddess of love, 2 Gabbing too much – which would be because she talks too much but between the two of us, I guess I was lucky since dear mother could have called me Dionysus." I wasn't kidding since my mom loved her bottle, but it was nice to hear Maximilian laugh. “You are mixing your mythologies. Norse is Scandinavian. Then there’s your Greek and Roman mythology, where Aphrodite and Venus are essentially the same as Freya.” "When you put it like that, I guess my name isn't so bad," I said in all honesty. Can you imagine having Aphrodite for a name? Like what would your nickname be? Ap? Afro. I think Mom could have done a lot worse. "A pretty name for a pretty girl," he said with a smile. I was about to respond with some of my A-list sarcasm because he made everything easier, but when I looked out the window