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Possibly? This truck has the best tacos in the whole city. I haven't had any this good outside of Mexico.

How do you figure?

[He grins broadly at her, holding up his paper tray and pile of napkins.]

Because I can get four kinds of food without leaving the park, and be able to eat outside. It's a nice change of pace from an office.

[He's got grilled cheese with brie and pears. Of course he's happy.]

I suppose that is a benefit. [She hadn't thought him the office type at first glance, and now she has to amend her impression. Pandora herself doesn't look at all like the type down here for work. She's tiny and wide-eyed, in her floral dress and capri leggings.]

Hm. Okay, that is a compelling argument. You might even lure me away from the Korean Barbecue truck, for that. [He gives her his best charming grin. He's wearing a simple jacket and slacks, professional without being fussy.]

You've done a bit of travelling, then?

Plus, there's a lot to be said for variety when you can't cook. [He's not worried too much about looking professional: it's not really a work day today, just office busywork, and he can do that perfectly well in jeans, a turtleneck, and a light jacket.]

It depends on your priorities, I guess. I just like the options. And not having to cook.

It certainly saves a person from having to walk to different parts of town in order to find the food they'd like to eat.

Hang on, Korean Barbecue? Okay, now that I might have to swing by and visit too. [Mac and Hunter would give her no end of hell if she didn't while on a lunch run. She smiles easily, paying for her lunch and stepping to the side.] Yeah, work kind of keeps me on the move.

[He laughs.]

If you have to travel, makes sense to make the best of it, right?

Korean barbecue, yes. There was also a truck here the other day that had nothing but pierogies, and that was amazing.

[He shifts on his feet, moving with the extra deliberateness of someone who's a lot heavier than they look. It's subtle, but an important detail.] Kyle, by the way. I don't think I've seen you around before?

Not that I have anything against travel, either. [He shrugs easily, then peers at the young lady curiously. It feels like an odd conversation.]

So, you aren't here for the trucks, then, I take it?

Now if there's a place that does good dim sum I might never leave. [An easy laugh in reply, her eyes catching the way he carefully shifts, a man who is aware of his surroundings and how he moves in them. May called it 'situational awareness'.

The evaluation only takes a beat as she shifts her bags around to offer a hand.] Sorry. Daisy. I just started at the office a few days ago, so lucky me, I'm the one doing the lunch run for everyone.

[The tiny psychic points to the black and white taco truck.] I am. Just that one. [And the crowds, but that always comes across as odd.]

[He follows her gaze, then gives a nod of approval.] There's one that does empanadas around here, too. Though it might only be Thursdays and Fridays. I'm still figuring out the schedule.

[Clearly, what he's going to be eating every day is very important to him.]

My office has a very nice view of the alley, so a lunch break out here is a nice change of scenery. [He takes a quick bite of his sandwich before it gets cold, then gives a sheepish smile around the mouthful.] ...sorry, this isn't very professional, but it is my break.

Ah, new to the shark tank. Sympathies. [He takes the handshake with a firm, very professional grip, the shake of someone who's given a thousand of them. He's got that look to him: clean-cut, alert, and savvy. And if he's a tiny bit cooler than average, it could just be from standing outside.]

No, no. [He pretends to look scandalized.] If you want real Dim Sum, you definitely need to sit down for it. Get the whole experience.

[He gives her a conspiratorial sideways glance.] Which I might be able to show you the best places for, since you were kind enough to give me an idea for lunch today...

I can take it. [Her smile is quick and easy, professional as she starts to organize her bags to take back to the team.] Yeah, there's nothing outside of the real thing. [And she is not going to think about mother or the cooking she'd done before her entire world had been turned upside down.]

Really? Oh now you have my attention. I haven't had the really good stuff in ages.

[Cooking and Kyle are not a thing that happens. It's probably for the best. And, hey, he's all about the experience, anyway: being out and doing what he wants.]

There's a couple of good places, depending on how authentic you like.

[He gives her his best charming smile. Because of course, he can't be blamed for trying.] And if you want company or a guide, I could provide that, too. Since Dim Sum is more fun when it's shared.

Hey, I'm all about authentic. [They're in town on a job, but if Fitz is right they could be there for more than a week. So what's the harm in it? It'll help cement her cover anyway.] Yeah, you know I think I'd like that.

[That gets a smile from him- victory? And he reaches into his pocket for a business card. If all else fails, he's not being a flirt, he's just networking, right? Printed on the slate gray card in nice, bold letters is a simple "Steel Dragon Security Services - Kyle MacKenzie", and a number, and he scribbles his cell on the back.]

I don't know what your schedule is like, but if things stay quiet, I'm pretty open. [He smirks just a bit: of course that could change, but for the time being, it tends to be long stretches of quiet broken by the occasional disaster. Some exec's teenage daughter could run away tomorrow, but that's only a maybe.]