Week Fifteen: Friday Who: Max and Cassandra When: Around 10PM Where: The kitchens
Deciding to be contrary, Max chose to stay in and catch up on some reading rather than venturing out into the city. Normally Friday nights would find him seeking out some sort of music venue but there was still plenty of time for that. Tomorrow night perhaps. So tonight was focused around the stack of books that sat on his desk rather than seeking out this club a few had mentioned in reply to his journal entry. The thought of some place called Heaven and Hell didn't exactly spark any burning desire to go visit. He had a guess about what kind of people were probably there and he had never been one for crowds. Eventually he might get around to it, but he wouldn't hold his breath.
The hours seemed to slip by fast enough as he absorbed chapter after chapter. Max had always been a quick study when he put some focus into it and so he hadn't been worried about showing up after the term had already begun. Though, there was only so much reading he could do before he needed a break. He was good, but not that good.
Pushing away from his desk, he stretched out the stiff muscles in his back and arms before a low growl from his stomach caused him to chuckle. Guess it was that time again. Slipping on a pair of Chucks, he made his way down to the kitchens in search of some form of sustenance. What he really wanted were a couple of greasytacos from the Mexican place down the street from his old dorm but that was a bit out of the way.
When he arrived, he noticed a rather attractive brunette working on...something. Whatever it was, it earned another rumble from his stomach. "Smells delicious," he said as he stepped around the counter. "You up to sharing?" His mouth quirked into a sort of grin as he held out his hand. "Cassandra right? I'm Max." He definitely remembered her from the one class that they shared. If only he had known that she could make food that smelled like that, he would have been sure to introduce himself sooner.