Max opens his mouth to say something, but snaps it closed as the door opens and a man walks out with a bag slung over his shoulder. It’s not Marcos, but something about the look on Max’s face makes me think this is Luke. “Max!” the guy exclaims, smiling so wide it takes up half his face. He drops his bag on the ground with a thump, and leans forward to kiss Max’s cheek. I turn away, trying to hide my grin. Max’s cheeks are red, and he’s got one hand clamped over the back of his neck. “Hey, Luke. Hi.” “Hello, you,” Luke responds. Max looks pleased enough to melt into the floor.
