~ Seattle ~
While Liz was at the conference, Max met with Quentin for lunch.
"Are you going to tell me why we are having this lunch?", Max asked Quentin.
Quentin requested this meetup, but he didn't disclose the reason. Max can see that Quentin is uncomfortable, and that probably means that Quentin needs a favor. Something personal… and big.
Max slowly chewed and scrutinized Quentin who was avoiding his gaze like a shy teenage girl.
"You are getting married and want me to be your best man.", Max guessed since Quentin is not saying anything.
Quentin frowned at Max. "What? No."
Max arched his eyebrow in disapproval. "You are not getting married? Or you don't want me to be your best man?"
Quentin shook his head in disbelief. From where is Max getting these ideas? "No, no… I'm not close to getting married. When it happens, you will be my best man."
