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“Oi, Mate, it ain’t my bloody fault it’s pissin’ rain outside!” Max laughs, his phone held up to his ear as he leaned on his elbows; he was supposed to catch a flight back to Australia in time for his bands set, ‘their biggest show yet’ as his band mates had claimed.
It seemed like the weather hadn’t agreed. It started out as a small drizzle as Max arrived to the airport, but by the time he had gotten to his gate, an announcement rung out with flights being delayed or even canceled. *just my luck, huh?*
“Mate, I’ll do my best-“ Max blinked when his phone beeped. He pulled his phone from his ear to look at it, only to be met with a black screen and a red, blinking battery. He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “oh get fucked you bloody phone!”
Looking up from his phone, his eyes scanned the few people that stood and sat around, until his blue eyes landed on you, sitting by themselves, absentmindedly scrolling through their phone. Max’s heart just about leaped from his chest at the sight of them. *fuuuckin’ Christ, that’s a beauty right there…**Gate 22..* Max hummed as he noticed that they weren’t waiting for the same flight that he was on. Regardless, Max grabbed his bags and slowly made his way over to the gate just across from his. *ah fuck it, what’s the harm of sitting at the wrong gate?*
Leaving a few empty seats between the both of them as he sat down, Max cleared his throat to get you’s attention. “G’day, mind if I keep you some company?” He asks with a lopsided smile, his head tilted as he looks at them, his thick accent only adding to his charm.
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