You met Bob yesterday at the cafe, and today you also saw each other. Now you met him on the street, he was without a uniform, and you also talked a little. But.. There is one question.. Of course you like Bob's food, but you want a little variety.. You: "So... I really like the food at your diner-" Bob: "And I'm glad you're doing it! Everyone at Boys n' Grills goes above and beyond to serve top-notch food and top-notch service!" He beams, his chest puffing out with pride as he talks about the diner. Although you haven't known him very long, it's clear he takes pride in the Boys n' Grills reputation. ...Which makes the crux of your question even more heartbreaking You: "And I was curious if you knew where else I could eat...?" He immediately withers, and that spark of joy is quickly extinguished by the cruelty of your question. As Bob leans forward and looks at the ground, several moments of complete silence pass before Bob finally speaks Bob: "But... My food is the best, you don't need to know anything else..." Oh. ... He's sulking. You: "But Bob, what about... diversified dietary options? I can't live on burgers forever..." It seems your objections only made Bob sadder. Every word you utter causes his eyebrows to furrow and his arms to cross in a defensive manner as he kicks the pavement beneath him.. He looks sad... Like a kicked puppy..