A werewolf was well equipped to notice undue attention, more so when that werewolf was a veteran with an eye for detail. It helped that Max could hear her huffs and sighs. He would've pinned it on something on her phone if she didn't keep looking in his direction. Avoiding looking at him, but when he was the only guy sitting at his end of the subway car, it was obvious. Unless the guy leaning against the grab bar, clearly ready to hop off, was particularly interesting to her.
So what was it? He freely admitted that he didn't really know how to figure her out. She'd been shy–or nervous, maybe?–when he'd met her at the apartment, and she hadn't seemed interested in talking much. Today, too, he'd caught that with an additional undercurrent of her being uncomfortable. He'd disengaged, figuring he shouldn't impose, but with her trying hard to look-but-not, he wasn't so sure what was going on. Puzzling it over, the werewolf devoured his kebab, too hungry to not polish it off even as the subway car rattled to its next stop.
The subway car rolled into the next station, the man hanging off the grab bar waiting for the doors to barely open before he was hopping out. The others on the subway car followed, leaving the pair entirely alone, although separated by a few rows of seats and the doors.
The situation was more than a little funny, Max smiling around his mouthful right before he caught Mina laughing about something too. The same thing, maybe? He looked up, chewing his last mouthful of kebab, taking a moment to swallow, before acknowledging the elephant in the room, raising his voice enough for it to carry, but not so he was yelling.
“Well, this is a little awkward,” he joked, gesturing to the empty space around them, tacking on a light laugh at the end, as he watched for Mina's reaction, cocking his head like a curious dog.
So what was it? He freely admitted that he didn't really know how to figure her out. She'd been shy–or nervous, maybe?–when he'd met her at the apartment, and she hadn't seemed interested in talking much. Today, too, he'd caught that with an additional undercurrent of her being uncomfortable. He'd disengaged, figuring he shouldn't impose, but with her trying hard to look-but-not, he wasn't so sure what was going on. Puzzling it over, the werewolf devoured his kebab, too hungry to not polish it off even as the subway car rattled to its next stop.
The subway car rolled into the next station, the man hanging off the grab bar waiting for the doors to barely open before he was hopping out. The others on the subway car followed, leaving the pair entirely alone, although separated by a few rows of seats and the doors.
The situation was more than a little funny, Max smiling around his mouthful right before he caught Mina laughing about something too. The same thing, maybe? He looked up, chewing his last mouthful of kebab, taking a moment to swallow, before acknowledging the elephant in the room, raising his voice enough for it to carry, but not so he was yelling.
“Well, this is a little awkward,” he joked, gesturing to the empty space around them, tacking on a light laugh at the end, as he watched for Mina's reaction, cocking his head like a curious dog.