Sitting at the 

Chipotle

was Dave. The cook. He was nursing a bowl of chicken, beans, and rice. Coincidence that he was here.

"Hi, Dave."

"Oh. Max. Hi."

"You live around here?" Max asked slow. Raising his pitch so Dave didn't feel obligated to answer.

"Nah. Just the nearest Chipotle. Can you believe it?"

"I mean we do live in the middle of nowhere." Max felt stupid immediately after saying that. He didn't know where the guy lived. He probably lived close to the diner?

"Yeah well." Dave mixed the food around with his fork. "It's not so bad."

Max sat down next to him. Said nothing. Hadn't even ordered his food yet.

"You know I used to live a busier life. I used to not have any time. But now I got a lot of time. I don't know what I should do with it."

"Well you could give me some of it," Max joked.

Dave looked up with a serious face. "Really?"

"Mmm yeah sure. I mean we could maybe live together?" what was he crazy? why was he suggesting this? "I'd love to get out of my parents' house. But I wouldn't do it without a roommate. 

rent

's too much."

Dave thought a bit while twirling his fork. Then he shoved a piece of rice and chicken into his mouth. Chewed. Then yelled "Let's do it!"