He supposed that "relaxed" was one way to describe his state while he waited for his date to appear. in reality he was probably just more mellow than most and was good at hiding any nervousness when it did decide to rear its ugly head. Not that he was nervous. A tad on the anxious side maybe, he did want this date to go well but overall he was pretty confident in what he was doing. No he didn't generally wine and dine the opposite sex all that often but he knew how he felt about Cassandra and had a good idea that she felt the same way too. In the grand scheme of things that was all that mattered, right?
Rather than just standing there staring at the door, Max had taken his place on the wall across from the entrance and rested a shoulder against. From there he took his free extra minutes to zone out and go over the checklist in his head. Fortunately Cassandra was punctual so he didn't have to resort to naming all of the Stones albums in chronological order. It was a good way to pass the time.
When she appeared, her smile was infectious and he couldn't help that his gaze trailed down her slender form. She was breathtaking. "I am nothing compared to you," he smirked in reply as he pushed off of the wall and crossed the distance between them. "They might be. Yours?" It appeared as though they had both put forth a little bit of effort this evening. "Shall we?" he asked as he offered his arm.
Leading the way out of the school, he pulled open the front door and waited for her to exit before following. Waiting for them out in the front driveway was a sleek black car and a driver who stood ready at the rear door. "Your chariot awaits." The man in the suit pulled open the door once they were close enough and Max motioned for Cassandra to slide in...and find a bouquet of a dozen red roses he had arranged to be waiting for her. "I hope you don't mind French food," he said once he was settled in next to her.