Victorâ€™s smile widened a bit when they finally ordered their coffee and took a seat at one of the tables. There were a lot of other people around just doing their own thing, most of them on their laptop or talking with the people around them. The woman in front of the two was on her phone while her fingers danced around her laptopâ€™s keyboard wildly; she was dressed very nicely so he assumed that she was a business woman of some kind. She almost reminded him of his father, who pretty much lived on his computer and cell phone. It was a wonder that Victor had not become attached to such things but then again he was never allowed to use the computer for recreational purposes like most people his age do so it was only natural that he has come to dislike it. Computers, cell phones, to Victor all they represented was work. Never anything good.<br/><br/>It truly was depressing.<br/><br/>Mathiasâ€™s question of his favorite food snapped him out of his train of thought, bringing him back to the reality of just hanging out with someone his age at least for the time being. That would all end once they arrived at the hotel, it would be back to business. For a long time Victor stared in deep thought as he decided just how he would answer such a question. A favorite food was always a rather broad topic with him; there were so many things to choose from and he didnâ€™t even really know where to begin his answer. He loved pasta that was for sure, and grilled honey barbeque chicken, pizza, the list went on. He didnâ€™t really like hot or spicy foods too much though, his friends always thought he was weird because they would always dare each other to eat spoonfuls of hot sauce at a time or some dumb shit, Victor honestly just couldnâ€™t handle a lot of spices or really hot stuff. Sometimes he would put a small amount of Tabasco sauce in something whenever he cooked to give it a bit of a kick if he found it too bland even for him but that was it.<br/><br/>â€œWell I do really enjoy some barbeque chicken here and there as long as itâ€™s not smothered in hot sauce or anything similar. Iâ€™m a big fan of tuna salad as well, and I really enjoy yogurt as long as itâ€™s not vanilla or strawberry.â€ He started off, that same smile and slight shrug he had given when asked about coffee returning for a bit. It was pretty needless to say that he was totally relaxed by now. Even if it was horrible manners he even leaned on the table slightly, elbows and propped and all, while he spoke.  Before he continued he took a drink of coffee, thinking about what else he liked. There was just so much to choose from. Sometimes, however, his father limited what was kept in the house since he was such a health nut and was paranoid about eating healthy. Victor never minded but it could be annoying when you want ice cream and find frozen fruit waiting instead, which was why he always settled for yogurt whenever it was around.<br/><br/>There was a part of him that just wanted to ramble on and on, but he kept himself limited, â€œI like sweet tea, drink it a lot, but my favorite drink would have to be Coke since I canâ€™t fucking stand Pepsi. Cheese is a tough one, but Iâ€™ll say Swiss and bread doesnâ€™t matter to me. All bread tastes the same to me, mostly,â€ He shrugged again, trying to think of a favorite dessert. That was probably the toughest choice of all and the fact that he really was starting to get hungry wasnâ€™t helping much. He might be a strict business person who was fairly uptight and tried to be by the book so his father didnâ€™t scold him too harshly but he could be a bit of a chatterbox once his true color shone through his business demeanor. It felt so fucking good to be this open, it was a damn shame it couldnâ€™t be like this for the rest of the trip.<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair a bit once that realization kicked in. Already he could feel himself falling back into business but nevertheless kept relaxed. The client wanted him to be relaxed, so that was what he would do.