“They should give me a discount next time for messing up my order. I wanted extra meat and extra cheese. Look, now the bagel is all soggy from the tomato.” Wade held the breakfast sandwich up to Patrick’s face so he could see. He turned his head and stole a bite, tearing through the toasted bagel and getting crumbs on the center console. Wade’s eyes widened in affronted disbelief as he yanked his sandwich back and cradled it close to his chest. “That was mine!” he hissed.
