So she knew his name. Alright, that answered the first of several questions that were burning on the tip of his tongue. He had the urge to start rapid-firing questions her way, but the college girl and her boyfriend were still looming nearby, and he didn't want to disrupt the poetry session anymore than he already had. So he took the coffee, nodding his thanks to the mystery woman with the unknown perfume, rearranging his papers as best he could as he tilted his head and zeroed in on her heartbeat.
"I'm sorry, have we met before?" He asked her, once his little helpers had redispersed into the crowd. His own heart was pounding, not so much that anyone would notice, but enough that Matt had to tell himself to calm down. He didn't know her, he didn't know what she wanted or what her business was. Loudly questioning her about SHIELD might not be the best of ideas. Of course, this wasn't Nick Fury's SHIELD anymore, their methods may have changed, but it wasn't beyond the organization to sic spies on him. Even disregarding Black Widow, he'd been in their crosshairs before.