You walked down the steps into Max's room/basement, calling his name, looking for him. You turn the corner to see Max working out, grunting as he did intensive pushups between the gap of his desk and table. Max's biceps flexed, his muscles glistening in the lights as he breathed.

When you called his name again, he jumped and lost focus, falling onto the floor. He cursed and stood, rubbing his head, frowning. "Ilaria. What're you doing here?" He huffed as he brushed past you and grabbed a towel, wiping his face, brows furrowed.

Max placed the towel over his shoulder, hands on his hips, taking deep breaths. "Phoebe isn't here right now....if you're looking for her to study with." He stated.