Max stops the car in front of her apartment building and turns his head to look at her, she unbuckles her seatbelt, her lips still felt tingly from the kiss, she still couldn't believe that he had kissed her and that she didn't protest or stop him, his lips had felt so warm against hers, almost as if they belonged against hers, it sounded cliché, but that was how she felt, she slowly looks at him.

"Thank you for today." (Y/n) says. "For taking me to the beach." Max softly smiles at her and nods his head, she didn't want him to leave, not yet. "Would you like to come up for a drink?" She brushes a piece of hair behind her ear, he cuts the engine to the car.

"I would love to come up for a drink," Max says as he pulls the keys from the ignition, he climbs out the car and walks around it, meeting her on the other side of it, he closes the door and locks the doors before pushing his keys into his pocket, they enter the building after (Y/n) entered the security code.

"I uh, it's nothing special." (Y/n) says as they arrive at her door. "Not as big as you're probably used to, but it's home." She fishes out her key from her backpack, and unlocks it, she leads him into her apartment, the walls were coated in a light red colour, the kitchen and tv room were practically the same things, he could clearly see which rooms were the bathroom and the bedroom, it wasn't big, she was right, he wasn't used to such a small space. "What can I make for you to drink?"

"Tea would be delicious," Max says, he had noted when he had met her at the Casino that the drink in her hand was non-alcoholic, and the night he had taken her to La Pierre De Lune, she had ordered a sprite instead of wine or champagne, which piqued his interested, he wanted to know the reason why she didn't drink, but how would he bring the question up? "How much do you pay for this place?" He asked instead, not wanting to bring the topic up, yet.

"Uh, it's not that expensive." (Y/n) says as she leads him towards the kitchen and tv room. "Make yourself comfortable." She drops her backpack down to the floor next to the fridge.

"Yet you don't want to tell me how much you're paying for it," Max says as he makes his way to the sofa, he sits down on it and notices a small television occupying the space on top of a small table. "Do you like living here?" He turns his head to look at her, he could see her filling the kettle with water.

"It's nice." (Y/n) says. "I can't complain." A slight frown forms on his face. "I mean, some things could be better, but it's to be expected that some things just don't work as they should." Max runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them, more curious about the amount she paid each month.

"How much are you paying for this place, (Y/n)?" Max asks, if she was paying a lot and some things weren't working, he would take matters into his own hands, she placed the kettle onto the stove and switched it on before letting out a sigh.

"755." (Y/n) says, Max could feel the anger move through his body, that was expensive for a such a small apartment, especially when half the things didn't work as it should, he made a mental note to find the owner of the building and pay him a visit.

"Is this the only place you can afford currently?" Max asks, she nods her head as she takes out two cups.

"Velours is expensive if you haven't noticed." (Y/n) says. "I've been telling you how poor I am ever since we had met."

"How much does the café pay you?" Max asks.

"It doesn't matter." (Y/n) says, Max stood from the couch and made his way to her, she turns as she follows his movements, he suddenly traps her between his body and the counter, his hands gripping onto the wood countertop.

"It matters to me," Max says. "I told you earlier that I don't you want you to leave." She slowly lifts her head to meet his eyes. "It's the last thing I want." she could hear her heart rate picking up, he was close to her, close enough for his musk to fill her lungs. "Let me take you to lunch tomorrow, and I'll help you."

"I don't need help, I'm not a charity case." (Y/n) says as she suddenly begins to feel angry, she didn't want his money, she wanted to prove that she could survive on her own.

"I didn't say you were," Max says. "I simply want to help you, allow me to help you."

"I don't want your money, Max." (Y/n) says, he could see the frown on her face, he leans in closer, his breath blows against her.

"I want to offer you a job," Max says. "And I want you to really think about it."