“Life is junk,” Piaget muttered. She grabbed napkins to stuff into the napkin holders.
“Hey!” Dix held up part of the machine, pointing it at Piaget angrily. “I’m sick of you moping around. You were somewhat happy before Max came into your life. If you can’t find your somewhat happy state back then you need to get back together with Max.”
“Dix, I’m not taking him back,” Piaget protested.
“Sure you are. You’ve made him grovel. He’s done more than any man that I’ve ever met would do which proves he’s super into you. He makes you happy. You’re miserable without him.”
“He didn’t tell me the truth.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Dix fiddled with the machine. “I’m wondering if he wasn’t telling the truth about intending to tell you later.”