I Am Not. Allergic. To. Anything.

Ford released a sigh looking bored as hell, "Ms. Xiao," he looked up at her, "A. swear to me and B. can you tell me the difference between a 'pumpkin' and 'pumpkin spice'?" he asked slowly.

"Exactly." He said as a matter of factly by judging the look of revolving gears of acknowledgment in her mind.

"You said- I- Uh-" she tried saying in confusion.

"Yes, Ms. Xiao, pumpkin spiced latte has a bunch of spices that does not have any pumpkin in it at all." He revealed making Moon watching him with a gaping mouth. 

He was right. Pumpkin spiced latte means it has spices that are used to make a pumpkin pie not an entire pumpkin in it! 

Did he make an epic fool out of her?

"Then why are you on the floor?" she questioned flabbergasted.

"Because I like to get comfortable sometimes at work." He shrugged. "I may be the richest man on the planet but I am also very humble, Ms. Xiao. What did you think I was doing on the floor?"