Who: Max and Noah What: Running into one another When: Early morning Where: The Crashdown Status: In progress Rating: Low
Max liked going to the Crashdown. It reminded him of home. Being able to order Flying Saucer Cakes and a cup of coffee for breakfast was as close to normal as he could get. He'd told Liz once that he didn't want to leave Roswell and he really meant it. He liked it there, liked his family and friends. But he didn't really have a choice in the matter.
He'd just taken a bite when the door opened, a familiar face entering the cafe. With a quick sip of coffee, Max raised his hand. "Noah, hey." His mouth might still be a bit full but he could at least be understood.