"A bit," Matt agreed, thinking of his own father, having lost him when he was only nine years old. What a horrible thing to have in common with this woman. He decided that now wasn't the time to discuss it, though. Perhaps when they knew each other better.
When she asked how easily scandalized he was, he couldn't help it but chuckle. "I'm from Hell's Kitchen, Maya. It takes a lot to rattle me. But if it's something that you'd rather not discuss I won't hold it against you." He leaned back in his seat when he heard the barista approach with their drinks and politely thanked him when he set the drinks down on the table between them.