That description of Scott has Max nodding because he can already picture the people in his life back home that would have felt the same way. Even if they had some additional traits that were, uh, less desirable.

At her question though, Max's lips curl into an open-mouthed smile as he glances off into the distance. "Yeah," he says, before looking back at Lydia. "What I like most, is when I can help inspire someone to solve a problem that's been bothering them most." A beat, as he continues to look at her, his eyes narrowing. "Or inspire them to have the confidence to tackle it in the first place." He smiles again. "There's just something really—" Max brings a palm up to his chest, and pats it twice. "—amazing, about seeing that click, whether it's I see the problem now or Yeah I can do this."

As he laughs a bit at the thought, he takes a sip of his drink and tilts his head up toward Lydia. "What about you?" he asks. "What speaks to you in a job?"