Crime scenes and Coffee|| Cordelia & Maxwell
Max had gone into the coffee shop that was near his home. Last night had been a long and tedious night. It always was when it came to killing someone. He was putting that behind him. Specifically putting it behind him with a nice cup of coffee.
Making his order he waited at the counter before taking his drink outside to a small table. He'd sit alone and draw a bit, as he was prone to do. It was a nice day, a little cloudy, but not horrible. Personally he preferred cloudy days to super bright ones.
If anything he was anticipating a solitary day. Keeping to himself and working on sketches. It was therapeutic in a way, just going into art to hide away from reality. It was something Max had learned to do at a young age, it's where his talent came from, just the amount of time he spent practicing.