"No, it shows, doesn't it?" Max laughed, a nervous habit of his when unsure of himself or his surroundings. Although it wasn't the girl. He felt comfortable with her. But something about this town put him on edge. What it was, he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Actually, to be honest with you, I write an advice to the lovelorn column. You know, like Dear Abby. But not nearly as popular." He laughed again. "I don't know how much use I'll be, but Richard seems to think I have these innate unique talents that I can bring to bear on what's going on." He rolled his eyes, self-deprecatingly. "I think he's just prejudiced, cause he's my fiance."
He took a breath at last. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling on here, keeping you from working, Sookie." Although, glancing around, it really wasn't all that busy. He saw a tall gumchewing redhead standing near the bar who was looking at him like he was a juicy steak. And a frowning bartender who was pouring her a draft and frowning at Max like he suspected him of having impure intentions. Both of them were making him exceedingly uncomfortable, and he squirmed in his seat like a small boy. Damn, how embarrassing.