Caroline barely had time to take off her heels before...

  "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE ALIVE!"

  Max unched herself off the couch like a rabid ra and tackled Carolih the force of a linebacker.

  "ACK... WHAT THE HELL!"

  "DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!" Max screeched, shaking her violently. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD! OR WORSE..."

  Caroline gasped. "What's worse than dead?!"

  Max pulled back, eyes wild. "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SOLD INTO A BILLIONAIRE SEX CULT!"

  Caroline groaned, prying Max off her. "Jesus, Max! I went to dinner, not a human traffig au!"

  Max crossed her arms. "Oh yeah? Then why the hell did you disappear for hours? I texted you! I CALLED YOU! I even Googled 'what to do if your best friend is kidnapped by a hot rich man'!"

  Caroline sighed and flopped onto the couch. "My phone died, okay? And then… things got iing."

  Max gasped dramatically. "You DID get kidnapped!"

  "No!" Caroline sheated. "Kind of?"

  Max shrieked.

  "OH MY GOD, CAROLINE!"

  "STOP YELLING!"

  Max threw herself onto the couext to her. "Expin. Right now. And if it ends with 'and now I have to sell my ans to pay off my debt,' I swear to God..."

  Caroline rolled her eyes. "Rex. Nan selling. Just… business."

  She reached into her purse and pulled out the check, casually pg it on the coffee table.

  Max g it. Then back at Carolihen back at the check. Then...

  "IS THAT A CHECK FOR TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS?!"

  Caroline winced. "Yes."

  Max grabbed the check like it ersonally signed by Beyoncé. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I 't... Carolihis is either the best night of your life or the start of a crime dotary."

  Caroline exhaled. "It's legit, Max. Alex wants us to make a thousand cupcakes for an orphanage event. The money's for supplies, bor, and not for my kidneys."

  Max stared at her. "…And he just gave it to you?"

  "Yes."

  Max narrowed her eyes. "Without making you sign a weird tra blood?"

  "Yes."

  Max squinted harder. "Without asking for your hand in marriage or firstborn child?"

  "YES!"

  Max sat back, fanning herself with the check. "Okay. Okay, so… just to be clear… you went to dinner with a Hollywood billionaire, disappeared for hours, he took you somewhere..."

  Caroline groaned. "His penthouse. But only to give me the check!"

  Max's eyes bulged. "HIS PENTHOUSE?!"

  Carolihrew her hands up. "IT WAS A BUSIHING!"

  Max crossed her arms. "Busihing, my ass. I have seen this exact plot in a Hallmark movie. Step one: Fancy dinner. Step two: Billioakes the girl to the penthouse. Step three: SURPRISE, YOU'RE ARE KNOCKED UP AGED NOW."

  Caroline grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

  Max patted her shoulder. "It's okay, babe. We'll get through this. You may have actally seduced a billionaire, but we fix this. 24/7 pharmacy is still open dowreet. Let's get you some pills."

  "I DIDN'T SEDUCE HIM!" Caroline yelled. "And I don't need pills. Nothing happened."

  Max raised an eyebrow. "Then why did he hand you twenty grand with zero expectations?"

  Caroline opened her mouth. Closed it. Ope again.

  Max smirked. "See? Even you 't expin it."

  Caroline groaned. "I hate you so much."

  Max grinned and picked up the check again. "Hate me all you want, future Mrs. Billionaire, but we've got work to do. Ohousand cupcakes won't bake themselves."

  Caroline rubbed her temples. "I need a drink."

  Max jumped up. "I'll get the tequi!"

  As Caroliched Max skip to the kit like a very excited goblin, she sighed.

  This was going to be chaos.

  ...

  [A few mier]

  Caroline leaned ba the couch, swirling her shot gss, while Max poured them another round of tequi like a woman on a mission.

  "Alright," Max said, plopping down dramatically o her. "Spill. Every. Juicy. Detail."

  Caroline sighed. "Max..."

  "Nope, no excuses!" Max shoved a shot into Caroline's hand. "Drink. Then talk."

  Caroline sighed but knocked back the tequi, wing as the burn slid dowhroat. "There's nothing juicy to tell!"

  Max scoffed. "Caroline, you had dinner in a dlelit restaurant with a geous billioheo his penthouse, and walked out with twenty thousand dolrs. If this were a movie, we'd already be at the steamy elevator make-out se."

  Caroline groaned, rubbing her face. "I swear nothing happened!"

  Max gasped. "NOTHING?! You didn't even kiss?"

  "NO!"

  Max clutched her chest dramatically. "This is a travesty! What was he even doing? Sitting there in his rich-man ir, just… just giving you money like some kind of wholesome sugar daddy?"

  Carolihreillow at her. "That's not a thing!"

  Max dodged expertly. "Oh, it is now. Tell me everything. What did he say? Did he look at you a certain way? Did he at least smirk in that 'I definitely want to rip your clothes off' kind of way?"

  Caroliated. "Well…"

  Max gasped again. "HE DID, DIDN'T HE?!"

  Caroline groaned. "I think so? But I sure did imagine him naked, carryio his room and doing things to me... But maybe I imagi?! I mean, he's Alex Wilson. He probably just smirks by default! It's not my fault his face is stupidly attractive!"

  Max threw her hands in the air. "Oh my God, woman! You have a billioerally looking at you like he wants to lick frosting off your body, and you're sitting here debating whether it was real?!"

  Caroline huffed. "I don't know, okay?! He's rich, powerful, and hangs out with supermodels. Meanwhile, I'm a former heiress turned broke waitress."

  Max scoffed. "So? That just makes you the perfeantiderdog! You think guys like Alex don't get tired of dating the same shallow, pstien all the time? You are a breath of fresh air, babe. A scrappy, ambitious, slightly unhinged breath of fresh air."

  Caroline groaned and dramatically flopped onto Max's p. "Ughhh. But what if I'm not his type?"

  Max rolled her eyes. "Caroline, you're hot, and you know it."

  Caroli up slightly, suddenly very serious. "Yeah, but… do you think he'd like these?"

  Before Max could process what was happening, Caroline grabbed Max's boobs.

  Max choked on air. "EXCUSE ME...!!!"

  Caroline squeezed. "These are big, beautiful, rich-dy boobs!" She dramatically let go and grabbed her ow. "These are tiny, sad, w-css boobs!"

  Max was full-on wheezing at this point. "Caroline..."

  "What if he likes big ones? WHAT IF HE LOOKS AT ME AND THINKS, 'Oh, how unfortunate. Such a lovely girl, but tragically small boobs'?!"

  Max fell off the couch ughing.

  "THIS IS SERIOUS!" Caroline wailed, dramatically hugging a couch pillow to her chest.

  Max, still ughing, climbed back up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Babe. First of all. You have perfectly adorable boobs. Sedly, Alex is a Grown-Ass Man?. If he's attracted to you, it's because of you, not because of some magical boob preference."

  Caroline pouted. "You're sure?"

  Max looked at her own boobs and gave them a light squeeze before looking back at Carolihen out of nowhere, she pulled out a pack of cookies, "Want some cookies? I stole a few from the diner earlier today, and they have the magigredient!" She tried to shift the versation because obviously, from her experience big boobs rules.

  Caroline grabbed a cookie, "What was I saying again?" She chewed her cookie thoughtfully, her previous boob-reted existential crisis momentarily fotten. "Wait. What do you mean magigredient?"

  Max waggled her eyebrows. "Oh, nothing… Just a little extra love I threw into the batch before I smuggled them out of the diner."

  Caroline froze mid-bite. "Max. What did you do?"

  Max grinned. "Nothing illegal. Yet. Everything anic."

  Caroline slowly put the cookie down. "Define anic.."

  Max shrugged. "I may or may not have added a tiny...tiny...dash of some premium marijuana flour."

  "WHAT?!" Caroline squeaked, a piece of cookie going down the wrong pipe. After she recovered and could finally breathe normally again, she said in a horrified tone, "Max, you 't put drugs in our food."

  Max snorted, "Drugs, really? Just some fun stuff."

  "Fun or not, it's illegal."

  Max tilted her head. "Is it though?"

  "What the— Yes, Max! THC is not one of the FDA-approved substances." Caroline hissed in disbelief, uo believe that Max was this reckless. Yet, she took another bite from the cookie, fi, and picked up another. "But these are so good," Caroline mumbled softly to herself but was still loud enough for Max to hear.

  Max threw her hands into the air, a spark of inspiration in her mind. "Exactly, see? The weed adds depth. Like salt. But yummier. And everyone loves a little buzz, right? Imagine us handing out some free cookies to the dies who lunch—Presto! And there she goes..."

  Caroline fell asleep with the cookie in her mouth...

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