Max thought about his answer for a moment, not wanting to come off any weirder than he already had, so he casually replied, “Gavin.” He said with a nod, “I was looking for Gavin. I thought he said he would be out here, uh, but I guess I was wrong.” He was about as good of a liar as he was a flirt; terrible. “Scout Liang.” Max whistled, nodding at the name, “That’s a freaking cool name, dude. It sounds mighty. Waaay better than Max Goof.” He laughed a little, happily walking alongside the other male. “Santiago’s sounds like the perfect place to go to! I’m pretty hungry myself.” He patted his stomach, looking over at Scout, “Then again, I’m always hungry. Do you mind if I join you? Even though…I’m already….joining…you.” He awkwardly cleared his throat and once more gave a goofy grin.
“Gavin?” Scout asked a little perplexed. Sure maybe back in the day when Mickey was on the team he’s be out there but Gavin Goof didn’t have an athletic bone in his body Scout once saw him trip up the stairs. “Well he was definitely not at baseball practice but I figure he’s probably still at Jessica’s right?” He shook his head with a laugh as he looked over to the man. “Cheers man.” Scout nodded. “Max is a pretty sweet name and after all being a Goof is pretty legendary around these parts so I think you’ve got it pretty good.” He was encouraging by nature and maybe that was the team captain in him. When Max asked to join Scout quickly checked his phone to make sure no one had texted to meet up with him and then closed it nodding. “Yeah man that’s fine by me. All are welcome at Santiago’s and any lover of tacos can join a dinner of mine.”