Will Graham doesn't like to be psychoanalyzed. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} remarkableboy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2015-03-16 21:16:00 |
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When: Early March
Where: Some Food Truck
What: Random Encounter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Ever since Gwen told Tony that the employees really missed the Food Truck, he’d been toying around with the idea of renting them, or hiring them to come and park in front of Stark Tower a couple of days a week. Breakfast, Lunch or Dinner, it didn’t really matter to him. He wanted to make sure his employees were well fed.
And he was, too. Tony’s own stomach was on his list of things to look after.
So he was at one of those events where all the Food Trucks gather around, and he was debating which to try today. His car keys were bouncing around in his hand as he looked from one to the next, trying to make up his mind.
Will just needed fresh air. Not having a job was harder than he thought, and there was only so much sitting around he could do before he felt like he was going crazier. By chance he’d heard about the food truck festival, and he remembered hearing about a cajun inspired truck. While he, himself, was Californian, his dream self was from Louisiana, and it sparked his interest. Even if it’d be nothing alike. But all he wanted suddenly was red beans and rice, and damned if he wasn’t going to try and get it.
The line ups, though, were long. Will wasn’t sure he was going to have the patience for this, but he got into the line he wanted anyway, trying not to feel nervous in the crowd.
The Cajun truck also caught Tony's interest, and he stepped into line right after the other man. He leaned forward a little, so he could speak to the stranger. "You been to this truck before?"
Striking up random conversations may not have been Tony Stark's strong suit. Normally people came to talk to him, not the other way around. But if he was trying to figure out which Food truck would be good in front of Stark Tower, he needed reviews.
Striking up random conversations was so far from being Will’s strong suit, that he might have flinched. Fortunately, flinching wasn’t something Will did, but he didn’t reply right away either. There was a chance that the man was talking to someone else. A very small chance. At last, Will glanced over his shoulder, eyeing up the stranger. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to any food truck before.”
Both of Tony’s eyebrows raised up in surprise at that. Forget small talk, they needed to have a serious conversation about Food Trucks. Right now. Because this sort of thing would not stand. Or, Tony would not stand for it. Whatever, the point was that Tony wanted to help educate his new friend on the amazingness of Food Trucks. He cleared his throat. “You are in for the treat of a lifetime, my friend. These are supposed to be the best Food Trucks in all of Orange County.”
Will had heard that food trucks were sort of a ‘fad’ currently. He didn’t expect people actually were that devoted to them. Until he met this guy, obviously. “The problem with food trucks is people. Lots of people,” he said, glancing at the crowds again. “We all must be crazy.”
“You can say that again,” Tony muttered, then shrugged one shoulder. “It’s food. Good food. And without all the costs of a brick-and-mortar restaurant. Those savings are translated to improvements in the quality of the food, then passed along to the customer.”
A business minded guy, then, Will decided. The reasoning didn’t resonate all that much with him. “It’s easier to just order in, isn’t it.” He shuffled forward as the line moved on.
“Everything they serve is ‘to go.’ There’s no hassle about trying to convince the person you want to give you food to take along with you that you don’t want to sit in their kitschy, unclean space.” It was easier to just get his food and go back to work. Tony spent so many hours in his lab that just a few minutes outside of it to get food were like a breath of fresh air.
“Well, yeah. But you could just … Stay at home, and phone a place, and have them bring food to you.” Or, in Will’s case, you could take advantage of having a friend who knows how to cook better than any chef at any restaurant he’d ever been to. “I guess it’s all right to get out now and then, though.”
“But then I’d never leave my office.” Tony said, shaking his head. That wouldn’t do. “At least this way Pepper gets off my back a bit about fresh air and sunshine, am I right?” He grinned.
Office worker. Business. Will was starting to piece together the guy’s way of life without even really meaning to. “Fresh air. I hear that’s important.” Will wrinkled his nose a bit though, looking up as if looking at how unfresh the air was. “You’d have a better time finding it not in Orange County. Maybe nearer to the beach.”
“Yeah, I get out there sometimes.” Tony nodded to the guy who’d just picked up his food from the truck, and then motioned for the man he was speaking to to step forward. “You’re up, Friend.”
For the first time since he started talking, Will glanced toward the food truck and found that, yes, he was at the front of the line. He took a moment to remember just what he’d been in line for. Once he got his food, he was about to walk away, but decided to be polite and give the guy a nod before completely disappearing in the crowd.