Greg figured Wilson would be used to his fickle manner by now-if not because he had always been difficult but also due to having been off with his appetite since rehab. They had tried things, but Greg just didn't know what to do about his odd lack of hunger now and again when he had before been so easy when it came to that sort of thing. He accepted it now.
When the man came back to the table, Greg swallowed the bite he had in his mouth, "Got told off by a teenage girl the other day, did I tell you about that? Thought you might get a kick out of it."