<em>Maybe...</em><br/><br/>If Max thought it, he certainly didn’t say it. Even more so when he couldn’t put his finger on just what felt so odd. It was barely the dance... well, aside from a few moves... But he just couldn’t place that feeling at all.<br/><br/>For a moment his thoughts turned to Olivia, and how she was actually...<em>good</em>. It wasn’t a fluke, it wasn’t a one-time show to impress him...<br/><br/>But no. No. No-one else was even remotely close to their level, to the standard that Max and Bella had set themselves at. But she... ah, no, no she wasn’t worth talking about, what she had done. Her actions towards her partner were a closely-guarded secret, although a cage that hurt if prodded at.<br/><br/>But no.<em>No more</em>.<br/><br/>Even as Olivia stood, their eyes didn’t meet no matter how close they got. There was far, far, far too much at stake to be caught off-guard, never mind being made a fool of for being paired up with an incompetent partner. They would just have to get by as best they could.<br/><br/>Once Olivia was out of earshot, Max breathed out a sigh yet quickly recovered himself as he soon followed suit, barely acknowledging the class leader as he passed. He needed to be the best, he had to act like he was.<br/><br/>