“What do you want, handsome?” I asked, leaning through the window and pointing toward the menu on the side of the food truck. His grin was dangerous, his pleasure at the compliment easy to see. “This is stealing. You do realize that?” I waved my hand. “Eh, I call it borrowing, and technically, you’re an accomplice. You broke the lock, then started the truck. So…” My voice trailed off. He shrugged. “I’m innocent. You coerced me.” “Barely.” I snickered.
