Lena smiled softly. "Maybe next time, just be honest."
Max looked at her, genuinely searching for the right words. "I don't know. I was really into you, Lena. I still am."
At first, Lena thought maybe Max was just busy. She waited a day, then two, telling herself she was being patient. As the days turned into a week, and the week into ten days, Lena's patience turned to despair. There were no messages, no calls, no signs of life.