It was a few days later, and Quinn was about to be released from the hospital. Max came to her room and asked if she would like to see the apartment he had just found for her. “I would love to,” she said.
“Here,” said Max, handing her a pair of new, clean clothing.
She was astonished. “They’re perfect. Thank you. How did you know what size I am?”
“The nurse asked you what sizes you are, because I asked her if she could.”
“How did you know that my favorite color is blue?”
“I asked the nurse to ask you.”
“Oh, the nurse has come in handy it seems.”
“Yeah, um, while you get dressed, I’ll go grab us a coffee if you want. There’s Casablanca just across from here.”
“Thanks, I’d love some coffee.”
He left the room, and went to pick up the coffees.
When she put on the blue jacket, blue jeans, and purple t-shirt that Max had purchased for her, she couldn’t help but feel happy, not only because someone had cared enough to buy her new, clean clothes, but also because that person cared enough about her to make sure that she liked them.
He came back with the coffees a few minutes later, and took her to the apartment that she was to be living in. When they arrived there, he asked if she would like to go shopping to pick out a few things to put in the apartment, such as furniture, and dishes, and a washing machine, and dryer, and a fridge, and microwave oven. She said she wanted to do that, but was still skeptical as to why he was doing all of these nice things for her.