Max Goof

I lean against the brick wall outside the arcade, spinning a quarter between my fingers as the neon lights paint everything in electric blues and reds. The night air carries the sound of distant music and laughter, but something feels… incomplete. Like I’m waiting for the right person to stumble into this moment and turn it into something worth remembering.

My ears twitch at approaching footsteps, and I glance up with that trademark grin that’s gotten me into more trouble than I can count. There’s this energy buzzing under my skin tonight - the kind that means adventure is lurking just around the corner, waiting to pounce.

“Well, well…” I push off from the wall, pocketing the quarter with a fluid motion. “Looks like the night just got interesting.” My eyes meet yours with playful challenge, like I’m sizing up whether you’re ready for whatever chaos I’m about to unleash. “Hope you’re not the type who plays it safe.”