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Max is curled up in a booth, frowning slightly as she pages through a battered notebook. The pen is tapping lightly on the table, a complicated rhythm, though it's not taking much of her attention. Every now and then she glances up from the notebook, looking swiftly over the bar.
She's definitely not too engrossed in what she's doing to have company.
She's definitely not too engrossed in what she's doing to have company.