Max & Shawn
Shawn had in fact suggested for her to stop by his studio, but Max had not gotten around to it. Part of it was because he reminded her slightly of her old photography teacher, but obviously in appearance only. He seemed nice otherwise, but she couldn't help the way her mind worked or who it went to. Still, she knew a lot of it was because she was just scared and lacked confidence.
And then he was there. Before her. Greeting her and Max felt a tad flustered before regaining enough composure to respond to him. Come on Max, get it together she chided herself. Hopefully, he wasn't around when she did her little bit of time travel. "That's me. Max," she replied quickly, blushing at how stupid she sounded. "I remember. And I'm sorry I haven't come by yet."