Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

"Greetings Kim" Max said as he answered the phone.

"Hey Max," Kim said. "You nervous?"

"No. Why would I be nervous?" Max asked as he nervously licked his lips. "There is a ninety-seven point six percent chance that he will be adequately prepared for our date this evening, a forty-one point four percent chance that he will be equally nervous and a ninety-nine point eleven percent chance that he will-"

"You're nervous," Kim cut in sharply. Max swallowed.

"Terrified. How did you know?"

"Max, you started quoting statistics with decimal points. One after the other. Relax. Do what I do before a big game. Take a deep breath and focus on the moment. He's not going to break your heart," Kim paused for a moment. "And if he does, he doesn't deserve you anyway."

"Is that why you were akumatised over Chloe shooting you down twice?" Max asked, the beginnings of a smile on his face.

"That was different. He's already said yes. Why would he change his mind?"

"Well he could-"

"That was a rhetorical question Max," Kim said in an exasperated voice. "Just be yourself and you'll be fine."

Max swallowed as he reached the door of his newest boyfriend.

"I'll see you later Kim," he said as he pressed the doorbell and put the phone down. Kim was right, he would be fine. He hoped.