"They say people come from different worlds, so you're not alone." Max didn't know if this was his reality or not. He assumed probably not. But he'd never been to New York, and the pictures he had seen looked a lot like what he was seeing in front of him. Which didn't really mean anything. But at least it wasn't entirely strange and unfamiliar to him.
"New Mexico is a long way from here. And it's mostly desert," he told her. They approached the diner and he moved ahead to grab the door and hold it for her. He was a gentleman in that way, he always had been. He held doors for people. It was a simple act he could do to be respectful of others, whether he knew them or not.