"Max, please." Max smiled at Sookie. "The only Mr. Montague I know was my grandfather, and he's been gone a very long time." He took the straw and peeled the paper off before putting it into his drink and taking a long cool sip. It was quite refreshing.
"I hope I'm not getting you in trouble," he said uncertainly, wondering if the man that was glaring at him was a boyfriend or an employer - either way, he seemed angry. The place didn't seem busy, and it wasn't like she was neglecting customers.
A scent reached him at that moment, subtle but there. The scent of someone or something different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what the difference. Like a werewolf, but not. That was certainly confusing. And it seemed to be coming from the angry man.
He tried to push the thought away, and focus on the nice waitress instead. "If it helps, I'll order dessert," he offered.