Max was a patient waiter, he didn't ring a second time but just as he was about to, the door was opened. He found himself looking into the face of a female with a quite pleasant approach towards him. "That's me, I take it you're Monic?" He asked back, his hand extending and shaking hers quickly. He had a gentle look on his face, though his grip was a bit loose. "Nice to meet you as well." He added after a short moment, his accent having a hint of british in the back of it as he stepped inside. It didn't take long for him to remove the trenchcoat, revealing a black t-shirt beneath, hanging loosely and a pair of slightly baggy jeans. His shoes were a pair of normal sneakers though if he found it a bit chilly, he had a pair of black hiking boots, easily mistaken for what metalheads usually walked aorund with.<br/><br/>He slipped out of his shoes, letting her decide what would happen when as he had a calm and relaxed expression, easily mistaken for him being cold. "So, what do you do to keep this place?" He asked her, looking around and finding it quite spacey and nice. It would be hard to keep it all clean, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to do as much of it as of cooking. In fact his mind was set on getting the deal to sound with him being more of the chef than helping cleaning. Somewhere in his head, it was wrong of him though, and he knew it as he somehow felt that he would have to do cleaning as Monic didn't seem to be that much into it.<br/><br/>He had a longing for spending his free days with gaming, one of them was today but he knew he had to do this if he wanted to get rid of living at his parents place. He watched her, trying not to seem like he was staring as she was indeed pretty in his eyes. He had noticed the message board, though not the messages on it and he found it already nice to consider living with two others. It would be a challenge but he thought himself up for it.