Max was a little surprised that Elise was distancing herself from him. He wondered why she was doing that.<span style="font-style: italic">Was it the last dance? Did I do something wrong?</span>he thought, covering his mouth for a moment, thinking it over. He glanced at Elise, a bit of worry in his eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">No, that can't be it, right? She was enjoying herself, surely.. But she looked nervous at one point.. Maybe it was the dance.. Did I surprise her? No.. That can't be it.. She liked those types of dances, right? </span>he thought. The thoughts kept running through his mind all throughout History. He kept wondering and wondering what it was he did wrong. What he could do to fix this somewhat broken friendship. Maybe it was foolish to try? Why bother asking questions when he probably wasn't going to get a response. He took a sheet of paper from his notebook and started to write something on it, then slipped it onto Elise's desk. The note read:<span style="font-style: italic">Why are you distancing yourself from me? Was it the last dance? If it was, I'm very sorry.. I just want to know what's bothering you. If you won't tell me, the that is fine too.</span>Max sat there all hour thinking about what he could have done, what he should have done, and what he thought was the cause of Elise's distance from him.