Nodding her approval at the addition to the cart, she laughed at his continued dorkitude. She'd never hung out with a guy like Max before, and it was refreshing. She was used to people who spent a lot of time wanting people to think they didn't give a fuck, but at the same time, wanted people to think they were this, that, or the other. Max really -- well, it seemed like he didn't give a fuck. He was a geek, a dork, a gamer, and he didn't give a fuck who knew, and Fee was surprised how charming she found it.
With a cartful of supplies that would definitely last them at least one intense gaming session, she followed him to the nearest register. She laughed at his little ride and took out her phone, tapping out a text to Samuel, thinking to herself what a strange little crew they made.
Once the text was sent and they'd rolled the cart to the checkout, where the cheerful Trader Joe's employee was plucking each item out of the cart, scanning it, and packing it expertly into bags, Fee said,
"OK, so I texted Sam." Then, with a sly little smile, she said, "You know, you may be a dork, but it's really fucking cute."