Needing to show his ID at the door throws Max off for a second, because apparently his ID from home doesn't count, and he has to dig around in his wallet to find his ID from Eglaf. Luckily — thank god — he has it with him though, and the guy at the door nods for him to go in. He's slipping his wallet into his back pocket when he spots Lydia swivel her stool to face him, cocktail in hand.

Boy, was she a vision to behold. It takes him a hot second too, to snap out of it and walk toward her.

"Oh. Work was ... " He shrugs as he lifts his messenger bag strap over his head, hanging it on a hook beneath the bar as he slides onto the stool next to hers. "... fine. I'm still re-learning the ropes, in a way. Trying to figure out how much programming languages here match the ones back home where I'm from. Though ... I'm not sure if you'd find that very interesting."

He waves to the bartender and just asks for whatever beer's on tap, after that, as he's waiting for her response.

"You uh, you look great, by the way."