A young girl stumbled into the warm restaurant from the cold rainy weather. She was dirty and was not dressed properly for the winter weather even in Roswell, New Mexico. The girl was shivering sat down at a booth hugged herself and huddled together and began crying.
Liz saw the girl and for some reason she was drawn to her. She went over to Max Liz: Max, do you notice anything strange about that girl?"
Max: She's dirty and crying in the middle of your parents restaurant."
Liz: No! You know what I mean there's something different about her.
Max: (Sarcastically) What do you want me to do go talk to her.
Liz: Actually I do
Max: I was just kidding Liz
Liz: I know that but I really want you to she looks upset plus I'm drawn to her for some reason.
Max: Ok, ok I'll talk to her just I doubt I'll find anything suspicious about her.

Max walked over to the girl and sat down next to her.

Max: Hi I'm Max
The girl practically jumped out of her seat at the sound of his voice.
Girl: Hi I'm Taylor (the girl said timidly.)

The second the girl talked max felt an instant connection to her just like Liz said. Then Max studied the girl and finally got the nerve to ask her what he had been thinking the who time but was afraid he would upset her more if he asked.

Max: So...why are you crying?
The girl looked at him as if questioning if she could trust him or not and finally answered him as bluntly as possible.
Taylor: My dad died.
Max: Oh...I'm really sorry.
Taylor: Don't be he wasn't my real dad and was didn't even deserve to be called one.