"So helpful." I'm on mumble under my breath. "I'm allergic to anything. That I know of." I say. This guy seems like he's giving out suggestions before. probably has. He did mention something about buying the right stuff. Is he the owner or something?

I glare at the speaker. Is that a real glare, it's a more of how dare you. "I can pay. I would not be here I couldn't pay." I grumble. I start fishing through my pockets for my wallet.

I'm humble something under my breath but still take the drink. I speak up a little to say "Thanks..." So I was right. This guy is the owner. Not entirely sure what to do with that information now. I shove my wallet back in my pocket. One in the front so I can make sure no one steals it. I am slightly protective of the black leather rectangle.

I take a sip of the drink and find it actually not bad. "I am not allowed a job." I say. "My BOYFRIEND doesn't want more than one set of income." I say, laying as much importance on that word as possible. "Something about needing the control."

"What do you know? You scream single to me." I remark. "Not like you could get a girl anyway." I say with a tuanting tone.