“And yet, judges love me.” Max simply replied with a knowing smile, shrugging off her remarks like water off a duck’s back - or gave that impression, anyway - and for a moment his gaze lingered on her for that split second. For those briefest of seconds, he found himself admiring her position and form. But that was all part of training, right? All strictly professional to the last.<br/><br/>Still grinning at the seething Olivia as if nothing was wrong, he soon stepped towards her in his both mental and physical preparation.<br/><br/>Yet, if anyone listened to Max closely enough, even over the music as a new song began to play, they’d have heard how his tone softened ever so slightly.<br/><br/>“Relax,<em>sweetheart</em>... We’ll make them love us.”<br/><br/><em>Us...</em>That word just slipped out, but yet they were meant to be a team even if they despised each other. It felt weird, so very weird. But in the same fashion, it felt too natural as well, like he was back dancing with Bella again. Maybe he was trying to show off to some degree, but he wouldn’t have ever admitted it.<br/><br/>Would the judges love them?<br/>Oh, they would. Together, just maybe...<br/>Together they’d show them all.<br/>