Apartment 520.
"Monica, what are you looking at?"
Chandler pushed the door open and walked in, surprised to see Monica standing by the window, peering outside.
"What else? Adam!"
Rachel, lounging on the couch flipping through a fashion magazine, casually remarked.
"Why?"
Chandler chuckled and teased, "Did he see her naked too?"
Rachel immediately rolled her eyes, recalling the time she had come out of the shower without properly securing her towel, only to be accidentally seen by Chandler. After that, Chandler would sometimes zone out while staring at her—let's just say—her exposed areas.
It had been an awkward situation for both of them.
The genius, Ross, had proposed the "Geller Solution": Look back!
If someone saw you naked, just unzip your pants and let them see you in return.
An eye for an eye—totally fair.
Everyone agreed it was the true Geller family tradition—except for Chandler.
If it had been Joey, he would have simply opened his robe and revealed his underwear... which probably had Ross's face printed on it, letting Rachel take a good long look.
But Chandler, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, firmly refused to go along with it.
Thus, a battle began.
Rachel looked for every possible opportunity to even the score.
For example, she once barged into the bathroom while Chandler was showering, intending to pull open the curtain.
But due to a mix-up, she ended up seeing Joey's dad instead—terrifying her so much that she covered her face and fled.
That incident had left Rachel particularly frustrated.
Now, hearing Chandler joking about it, there was no way she was going to let it slide.
"Okay."
Chandler immediately raised his hands in surrender, sidestepping past Rachel and joining Monica by the window. Mimicking her stance, he also peered into Adam's apartment.
"The target hasn't appeared yet. Level One alert."
"Cut it out."
Monica smacked Chandler lightly and explained, "After you guys left this afternoon, Adam stayed behind and hit it off with one of the waitresses at the restaurant. I heard they're going on a date tonight, so I wanted to see how fast they're moving."
"What?"
Chandler was instantly intrigued. "Already?"
"Hah! Men!"
Rachel scoffed disdainfully.
"So, what does this waitress look like?"
Chandler pried, eager for gossip.
"Absolutely terrifying!"
Monica commented sarcastically.
By now, she finally understood why MAX had the confidence to call herself MAX. Unlike Monica, who had been faking it, MAX was the real deal—no exaggerations whatsoever.
Just thinking about it made Monica feel like the whole thing was ridiculously over the top.
"Like... Heather?"
Chandler quipped.
"Yeah, like Heather."
Monica nodded, then suddenly froze. A thought crossed her mind, and she hesitated before saying, "Do you think Adam might have a... thing?"
"Huh?"
Chandler was confused.
"Both Caroline and Heather own estates."
Monica continued analyzing. "And now MAX and Heather are both... incredibly terrifying. Could it be that Adam chooses his dates based on some kind of pattern?"
"Oh, come on."
Chandler scoffed. "You make him sound like some kind of serial killer. By that logic, most men have patterns—because they all like beautiful women with great bodies."
"I was just saying..."
Monica laughed awkwardly. "I just feel like all of Adam's girlfriends are a little... unique."
"I've felt that too."
Rachel put down her magazine and joined the gossip session.
"What exactly is so unique about them?"
Chandler was still clueless.
"I can't quite put my finger on it."
Monica shook her head. "It's just a feeling."
"Yeah, women's intuition."
Rachel nodded in agreement.
Chandler was speechless.
"They're here! They're here!"
Monica whispered excitedly.
Chandler and Rachel immediately looked over.
They saw Adam walking into his apartment with a very terrifying woman.
"Wow."
"OMG!"
Rachel and Chandler's eyes widened, then they both turned to Monica in sync.
"Don't even look at me."
Monica knew exactly what they meant and rolled her eyes. "Yes, they're real."
"So you're telling me they just met today and this is their first date?"
Chandler watched Adam and MAX skeptically. "Because they sure don't look like they just met. They seem way too comfortable with each other."
"That's because they're both pros."
Rachel quipped. "Seriously, who starts a first date with coffee at home? That's way too fast!"
"Uh... should we really be watching this?"
Chandler asked, noticing that things between Adam and MAX were escalating.
"Yeah... it might be a little inappropriate..."
Monica and Rachel nodded, but their eyes remained glued to the scene.
"Come on~"
Rachel muttered under her breath, "Give us something juicy~"
Chandler hesitated for a moment, then sighed. He gave in and continued watching with them.
Just as the three of them were holding their breath—
Adam suddenly stood up, walked over to the window, and smiled at them—his grin eerily resembling Ross's under UV light.
Then, with a dramatic flick of his wrist, he shut the curtains.
"Aw~!"
The three of them groaned in disappointment.
Duncan's Apartment.
"Why are you wearing a lab coat?"
MAX raised an eyebrow at Adam, who had suddenly put on a white coat.
"Do you want me to grab a nurse uniform or a hospital gown?"
She teased. "Are we playing a cosplay game now?"
Adam didn't answer—he simply pulled out a hospital gown from behind his back.
"Forget I said anything."
MAX gave him a thumbs-up, then cooperated by changing into it.
"So, Mr. Duncan, what happens next?"
"Ms. MAX, I'm going to give you a full-body examination."
Adam grinned.
"Okay."
MAX smirked. "I usually can't afford a hospital visit, but hey, if a hot doctor is making a house call, I might as well save my battery money and call for home service instead."
And with that, Adam entered study mode.
For days, he had been unable to practice certain medical examinations with Iliad and Bianca.
Finally, that problem was solved.
So, he took this very seriously, throwing himself into the process with full concentration.
"Are you sure this is based on medical tapes?"
MAX asked, watching Adam closely. "Because I feel like we might be watching two very different kinds of 'instructional videos.'"
"This is the medical student edition."
Adam replied with a smirk. "Did I not mention? I'm a first-year student at Columbia Med."
"What?"
MAX's eyes widened. "You're actually a real med student? So you're actually studying right now?"
"Of course."
Adam said seriously. "What else did you think I was doing?"
"What did I think?"
MAX tilted her head, deep in thought. Then she said with a straight face, "I mean... I've heard that Japanese videos follow a similar pattern—but only because they have to stall for time…"
Before she could finish, Adam swiftly transitioned to the American pace.
An hour later.
"You should be the one called MAX."
MAX lay there, slightly dazed. "If my restaurant ever hires male waiters, I'd definitely recommend you."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Adam looked refreshed, accepting the praise without the slightest humility—because he had earned it.
Meanwhile, in his mind, he was comparing MAX and Heather, noting their similarities and differences.
Then, once again—
He flashed that UV-light Ross Geller grin.
(End of Chapter.)