Plus One
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Rae
After dinner filled with delicious lobster and tension, Max sighs heavily as he sets his beer bottle down.
"All right, let's get to know each other," he starts, his focus on the beer. "What was your first pet," he asks.
"Never had one," I answer.
"No shit? No wonder you're taking pictures of stranger's dogs," he chuckles. I roll my eyes but he's right. My mother didn't have time for a puppy, and Quinn hates dogs.
"What about you?" I ask.
"I had a pet lizard name Boba," he smirks, as if he's remembering his pet like it was yesterday.