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– I can ask you the same question.

– Isn’t it noticeable? – I responded angrily, starting to get nervous. Either from his impenetrable gaze fixed on me, or from closeness, or from an incomprehensible anxiety that tickled my mind like a nervous tickle. Not fear, but something… incomprehensible and unfamiliar to me.

Taking the bottle from my hands, Max walked over to the table and set it down. Then he took out two glasses.

– I won’t drink it, – I said immediately.

– Then why did you take it?

– Just… – I felt uncomfortable and stupid again. Why did I really take this… what did he call it? Vodka.

Was it just me, or was there a smirk at the corner of his lips? He’s also funny! Surely he knew that I wasn’t going to try it and anyway! Whether it gives me pleasure to anger me, or to put me in an awkward position. I already opened my mouth to tell him everything I think, but then I remembered the man who had examined me in the morning, and the words somehow stuck in my throat by themselves. If I piss him off…