Kamekona was enjoying the thawed out weather. It wasn't the best weather, but at least it wasn't snowing and it wasn't cold. Winter sucked - Hawaii had the right idea. No winter, just sun all the time
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Max stood in place, anyone looking would think he was a stalker, he was just watching Liz. Okay sure that sounded like a stalker, but he wasn't.
He took his small basket of shrimp and tobacco sauce over in her direction. "Hey." Max said softly and motioned toward the empty seat opposite her. "Mind if I sit?"
Liz could almost sense Max's proximity and she looked up as he approached. She wanted to smile, but then hesitated, though she ultimately let her lips press into one when he spoke. She couldn't help herself.
"Oh, um. Sure." She nodded as she pulled back a strand of loose hair. Liz moved the books a little to the side, too, even though they weren't actually in the way.
Max sat down and tapped Tabasco sauce onto the shrimp with a small sheepish smile. He looked at the books she'd moved, "any plans on what you're going to do when school's out?" Besides working he meant.
"I don't know... I mean, it's always been school, you know?" Liz had no idea what she would do. "Maybe look at volunteering somewhere. I heard they usually have some sort of day camp thing here."
"Thanks. That'd be really nice." She smiled a little, then looked down at her shrimp thoughtfully for a second before looking up again.
"How is it working there?" Liz had passed by many times hoping to see Max through the window, but rarely entered. She didn't want to send Max mixed signals.
Max glanced around before lowering his voice, "I think he sees more than he seems to see." He straightened back up and raised his voice to a normal level. "But I like it there. He's really nice. Quiet." A little like Max in that way.
Liz's eyes sharpened a little at Max's admission. A look of worry crossed her face, though she worked hard to mask it so it wouldn't be obvious by onlookers.
Max shook his head, "no, I don't think so. He might think there's more to me but I can't tell if he thinks it's something extra or just that I'm hiding something." Which was true in both cases and connected.
She nodded as if to assure herself, though she wasn't sure why she was so worried. Liz had to wonder if maybe Haurvatat was the safest place for people like Max.
"Well, as long as you're not worried, then I guess that's good." She smiled a little.
At the mention of Sheriff Valenti, Liz casts a glance down to her shrimp. She pushed around the shrimp for a moment, then decided there was too much silence and decided to eat a shrimp as if to indicate she wasn't feeling awkward.
Max inwardly sighed as an image popped in his head of her and Kyle. They'd moved passed it, well sort of, back home and here but sometimes it was hard.
"Yeah he is." He paused, then said, "and I think there's more to his story, too." A hint of a smile, "not Roswell more, but more."
Not surprisingly, he and Mr. Winchester didn't talk a lot about their pasts.
Liz was starting to realize most people in the village had an unusual story to tell in some way.
She glanced down at her shrimp and played around with one of them with the tip of its tail. She watched as the shrimp pushed the rice around almost like drawing a picture.
"Do you think...." Liz paused, then shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly as if what she was about to say was silly. "Nevermind."
She glanced up at him tentatively without moving her head to look at him and paused. Well, she might as well ask it, right?
"Do you think, things can be different here?" She looked up and pushed back her hair. "People, I mean. Like, that maybe we don't have to hide who we are."
He took his small basket of shrimp and tobacco sauce over in her direction. "Hey." Max said softly and motioned toward the empty seat opposite her. "Mind if I sit?"
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"Oh, um. Sure." She nodded as she pulled back a strand of loose hair. Liz moved the books a little to the side, too, even though they weren't actually in the way.
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"How is it working there?" Liz had passed by many times hoping to see Max through the window, but rarely entered. She didn't want to send Max mixed signals.
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"Do you think he knows about you?"
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"Well, as long as you're not worried, then I guess that's good." She smiled a little.
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"... Sounds like he's a good man."
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"Yeah he is." He paused, then said, "and I think there's more to his story, too." A hint of a smile, "not Roswell more, but more."
Not surprisingly, he and Mr. Winchester didn't talk a lot about their pasts.
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She glanced down at her shrimp and played around with one of them with the tip of its tail. She watched as the shrimp pushed the rice around almost like drawing a picture.
"Do you think...." Liz paused, then shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly as if what she was about to say was silly. "Nevermind."
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"Do you think, things can be different here?" She looked up and pushed back her hair. "People, I mean. Like, that maybe we don't have to hide who we are."
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