The small talk was nice. Honestly, Lyla had been really trying not to think about the attack. She'd been afraid to go out anywhere by herself since it had happened, but that certainly wasn't something she wanted to admit anytime soon.
"Oh, I'm not sure," she answered his question, indecisive, for once, on what she wanted to eat. She couldn't help smiling, too, at the way he rushed around to get her door for her. Despite her first impressions of him, Matt really was a gentleman.
"They have really good sweet bread," she mused aloud, "and I think I might be in the mood for a big bowl of curry.." She trailed off, almost forgetting to speak as she mulled over her choices.
"Oh," she said suddenly, remembering the whole reason she'd wanted to see him. "I have a thing for you!" She grinned and held out the box she'd been holding. "It's not much," she told him, feeling a little nervous and chewing lightly on her lip, "but I saw these and I thought of you.."