"Alright... Holdup. Let's talk about something way more important," Zack leaned in, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "Bro, did you see her? I mean, seriously, did you see Dressa Morgan?"
Maximus sighed heavily, "Zack are you kidding me..."
"No no hear me out," Zack grinned, "That woman is an absolute smoke show. That plump ass, that perfectly toned body, those legs in that track suit? Damn man! You can't tell me you weren't looking!"
Maximus leaned back against the leather seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Zack you do realize that she has the capability of murdering you, right? That whole interaction was her actively holding back her rage, not flirting."
"Hey some women like to hate on you first before they fall for you," Zack wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying himself.
"Tch! She's visually appealing... But she's no match for the caramel angel I met yesterday... " Maximus said, eyeing Zack with a cunny look.
