Not mainstream, huh? God, no wonder she and Alex got along. They’re both shameless hipsters, though at least Max can say she’s nice about it.

He hands the thing over without complaint, shrugging loosely.

“Uh. Okay. Sure.” It’s her rodeo, not his. He’s just riding shotgun for a minute, at least until things go south, as they almost inevitably do where he’s concerned. He has that tendency to bring out the worst.