Ira snaps back to attention and snaps his laptop shut with a blush on his cheeks, "N-n-nothing at all," he was always a terrible liar, "...work stuff..." he said softly before returning to his chocolate and shoving his laptop back into his bag. It was a bad idea for him to take it out in public. Someone could of looked over his shoulder and read what he was writing. That would of be horrifying. Ira didn't know what he would do if something like that were to happen. If people were to find out that he wrote fantasy stories and romance like stories.<br/><br/>The dark haired male sunk into his chair some, feeling awkward that he'd drawn attention to himself. This chocolate was getting to him.