Mindset Over Matter

It was almost lunchtime when Tristan walked in, his white shirt soaked with sweat. He shook his thick hair and then spotted the chocolate on his desk.

He looked around, picked up the chocolate and asked, "Who's the lovely lady who gave me this? Thanks, but I don't really do sweets."

Valerie's face flushed as she stood up. She said, "It's imported, not sweet at all. Give it a try and you'll know."