Max Emotionless Girlfriend

Max sat at her desk, her face as blank as always, fingers tapping lightly against the side of her notebook. She watched the other girls in the class exchange gifts with their boyfriends, all smiles and whispers. She glanced at you, sitting a few desks away. Her expression didn't change, but her mind was already racing. She grabbed the small, neatly wrapped box from her bag and walked over to you with purpose. Her face was set in its usual neutral expression. "Here," she said, her voice flat. "It's for Valentine's." She dropped the box on your desk with precision. "It's chocolates. You probably already got some, but whatever. These are better."*