Max and Noa - 5:30PM
Noa hadn’t been looking for Max necessarily, but when she had spotted his mop of curls in the crowd near a table, she changed the direction she’d been going. It wasn’t that he was the only friendly face around The Bar, because there were plenty of those, but she hoped that he’d be able to dispel some of the weirdness that was still hovering around her. Or help her to forget it for a little while, at the very least.
“Hey sweetheart,” she greeted him as she perched herself on the tabletop just to his left, and tugged at the hem of her dress, so she didn’t flash her panties to the people nearby. Her dress had been a mistake, really. She never wore them, and she remembered why shortly into the party, but it’d been too late at that point to go back and change, so she was making it work.