Roswell1999

[Liz walks back towards her locker to go look in a mirror and sees Max walks into the locker room]

Liz:
Max!

Max:
Liz.

Liz:
What are you doing here?

Max:
I just... I wanted to see you.

Liz:
Here?

Max:
I had to know if something was real.

Liz:
If what was real?

Max:
Well, just like you seeing things... I've seen things. And... one of those... things...

[Max slowly looks around the room and there's a slight air of familiarity as in focuses on a shower head]

Liz:
You saw my fantasy?

Max:
I had to know if... if... what I saw was... really from you or if it was just my imagination, which... it definitely... definitely could've been. Except... I've never been in the girls' locker room. And now that I see it, and... well, it... it is the same room... I know I didn't make it up.

Liz:
This is really horrible.

Max:
No, Liz. It's incredible, really.

Liz:
This is not incredible.

Max:
Wait. Please? Listen. Please? The main thing is... I didn't just see what you saw. I felt... what you felt... when you saw me. And I never thought anyone could really... ever feel that way about me.

Liz:
Really?