Max walked into the Student Center, his nose in a book. While he cared about his reputation, he didn’t mind being seen with a book. After all, he wasn’t stupid, and this book was written by a Grand Master of Kung Fu. Nothing to be ashamed of there, and it was fascinating. The masters always had some insight he’d never thought of before.
Which made sense, he supposed. After all, at 21, not even Max could expect to know everything there was to know about any given subject. Especially on all the little philosophies tied into kung fu.
Thankfully dance didn’t have any weird mystical religion mixed in with it, though he knew of several people who managed to do just that. Oh well. Didn’t make a difference to Max. He did what he did, and people could deal with it. He’d never been swayed by people’s disapproval – probably why he had so many people’s respect and admiration.
Anyway. Max was walking into the building. He had his black leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his book in his hand. He really had nothing to do today, since he wasn’t starting classes till the Fall semester. He was just bored, and the Student Center seemed as good a place as any to find a distraction.
He glanced around to see what kind of people were in there today. The usual incoming Freshmen, sitting around studying. A group of upper classmen laughing. Nothing out of the ordinary. Okay, maybe today was just destined to be a quiet-reading kind of day.
He adjusted his bag's strap since it was leaning heavily on one part of his shoulder, and walked over to an empty table. He dropped his bag onto the table and set his book down on top of it. He figured he could go grab a cup of tea over at the little coffee shop in the corner, and there was nothing in his bag worth stealing. Besides, he'd be able to see the table from the line.
Max walked over to order some tea - Jasmine green tea - and paid the cashier. He accepted the cup after a few minutes and smelled it, smiling slightly.