Bosa Higgs: Reflections of Blood (part 8)

Max took out a small cube-like device out of his cup tray and pressed a black button on the bottom of the screen.  This 2 inch by 3 inch device turned into 6 by 9 and a map was shown. 
Max: 3300 University Blvd, 32792.  A pleasant female voice stated that the address has been accepted.
Computer: Would you be interested in a slight detour in order to recharge the car's battery?       
Max: Yes, just as Max said that a growling sound escaped his stomach.  It's the road, Max tried to excuse himself.
Bosa: Hahaha, she laughed, This car does not even touch the surface of the road.  The music roads did not even sound like that.  
Max:  But they definitely did prevent a lot of speeding.  Imagine driving and the texture of the road's surface with your speed could play a melody.  People found that very exciting and always drove the speed limit.  But I am indeed hungry. 
Bosa:  I guess someone else need a charge as well.
Max: Open printer! A small silver box rose up from the floor with illuminating edges and a touch screen display on its top surface.
Max: Me lady indulge yourself, as if imitating a courtier in a British restaurant in 1893.
Bosa, as if attacking, started sliding her fingers, in motion of the finest pianists, arranging ingredients as  keys  into chords of chewy goodness.  As an avid multitasker, Bosa started tattling on the bowel movement Max just experienced and how that sound would be  a perfect bed for roars of different animals used in a lot of post Hollywood pictures.  In that moment she swiped over a green sensor and the box, as a perfect example of alchemy, modern marvel of nano-technology brought out a good old Angus Beef Burger.
Max: Yummy, yummy, a classic, who as if he has gotten the brightest idea, glowed of excitement. Turn around and give me a second. He refered to Bosa then.
The magic box was in use again.  This time the product was not food for your stomach, but food for your soul.
Max: Turn around. As Bosa's head was turning toward Max, he held a single red rose, artificially created to perfection.  She let out a smile and her eyes took a different form when she discovered his true intention.
Bosa: Max, its beautiful.
Max: Well, not as beautiful as you are! Bosa looked at him while his corny remark echoed through her head:  Either way, I needed something to distract you while I take a bite from your burger.
Bosa: You are so bad! They both chuckled and their hands joined together.  Fingers slid into each other, like if their two hands were the two final missing pieces of Gods puzzle.  It seemed like they finally accepted each other and had their affections open in the air.
The car started.  They rose up in the air and floated smoothly in a car based on levitation and magneto hydrodynamics. Their destination was this former school.
Computer: Estimated arrival in four minutes. Would you like me to establish a video call in order to confirm our visit? Would you like the architectural floor plan of our destination?
Max: Neither Lola, thank you! Disarm all the weapons on board so that we don't activate their parking alarms.
Computer: Affirmative.
At the next moment they have already landed and were in the front of the door.