Valentine's eyes widened. "A friend? Maximilian, who? I'm scared to say yes."
"Have you ever met someone and felt like you've known them forever?" Maximilian asked. "Like you must have been friends in another life or something? Where you feel this instant, inexplicable connection?"
"Yes..."
"That's how I felt when I met this man."
"'This man?' You're being cryptic."
"I've only known him for about eight or ten days."
"And you're calling someone you've known for barely over a week a friend? Maximilian, I thought friendship meant more to you than that."
"I know how it sounds, but I can't help how I feel. It's like this man is meant to be part of my future. Sometimes I think he can see what's coming and even guide events to turn out the way he wants."
"So he's psychic?" Valentine said skeptically.
"Sometimes it feels that way. He has this uncanny ability to predict good things."
