As Max stepped over to her table, already lifting his coffee for a sip, she stepped past him to get to it first, slipping into her seat and answering the question of which one was free for him without him needing to check. A moment after she'd settled, the werewolf slid into the unoccupied seat, putting his books down as he took another sip from his coffee. The smell of the grounds filled his sensitive nose, the only thing he could pick up for a split second before he lowered the cup and all the other ambient scents filtered in. Dominant was the woman's scented products, being closest, and then more coffee, before the trails of anyone who'd passed the door in the last half-hour all mingled together in a miasma of scent that barely smelled of anything at all beyond sensation. The curse of enhanced senses.
He flicked his eyes up from his coffee when she spoke, licking his lips as he lowered the cup and put it down on the table as well. When she followed immediately with an introduction, Max chuckled, moving into a mild shake of his head as she elaborated, the social embarrassment of putting yourself out there coming hot on the heels of a thoughtful offer.
“I'm Max, and I don't think it's weird. The only choice, really, during the lunch rush,” he reassured, knowing he'd asked to share the unoccupied half of a table at coffee shops before when it was jam-packed. It was just a flip of the script to be offered it. He shifted his hand to tap his books. “And it's fire science, what I'm studying.”
He flicked his eyes up from his coffee when she spoke, licking his lips as he lowered the cup and put it down on the table as well. When she followed immediately with an introduction, Max chuckled, moving into a mild shake of his head as she elaborated, the social embarrassment of putting yourself out there coming hot on the heels of a thoughtful offer.
“I'm Max, and I don't think it's weird. The only choice, really, during the lunch rush,” he reassured, knowing he'd asked to share the unoccupied half of a table at coffee shops before when it was jam-packed. It was just a flip of the script to be offered it. He shifted his hand to tap his books. “And it's fire science, what I'm studying.”