Quirking a brow as she swatted his hand, he pulled it back and stuffed his wallet back in his pocket. He wasn't used to that. A woman taking the liberty of paying and physically striking him in one go. She was a bit too flirtatious for his tastes just because everything felt like an innuendo to him and he wasn't sure if he was catching them all. "Since the end of April, but it feels like longer. Maybe from all of the traveling I've done since then. Bit hard to stay in one place, much to the dismay of the hospital I work at." The smell of the cinnamon was more appetizing than the greasy tacos on their tray, and unconsciously, he licked his lips from the scent.