"It never matters how much I have... Perhaps it is just a low tolerance for the stuff." A drop of whipped cream fell on the front of the black button up shirt the young man wore and he stared at it. He picked up a shortbread and scraped it off, popping the little snack in his mouth whole. "I know... I have some weird food issues at times."
"Eh... It's the first time anything like that has happened actually... Everything was fine even for three years..." Matt looked at the ceiling as he trailed off, thinking about something as if he didn't even speak aloud. "What..? Oh! I just got back in February. I was gone for three years and I don't really get out much. I really like just making custom watches and years of backed up customers that missed my service."