Jake and Kat strolled through the sunny streets of downtown, hand in hand, trying to decide where to grab lunch. After a little back-and-forth—Jake wanting something cheesy and massive, Kat craving something light and fresh—they compromised on a trendy outdoor bistro that had everything from burgers to avocado toast.

They got seated at a cozy table on the patio, shaded by a big umbrella. Kat slid off her sunglasses, glanced at the menu, and smiled. “I’m getting the grilled chicken salad. And maybe… sweet potato fries?”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Salad? You’re really gonna watch me demolish a double bacon cheeseburger while you eat leaves?”

Kat smirked. “Yup. And I’m gonna steal your fries too.”

They laughed, and just as the waiter came by, Jake ordered the burger, of course, with a milkshake on the side. Kat stuck with her salad and fries, but made Jake promise he’d let her have a sip of the milkshake. After ordering, they leaned back and talked about everything—weekend plans, weird dreams, the fact that Oliver was probably pouting at home because he wasn’t invited.

When the food came out, Jake was mid-story about something ridiculous that happened at work. Kat reached over, snatched one of his fries without even breaking eye contact, and popped it into her mouth.

Jake just stared at her and laughed. “Unbelievable.”

“I told you I’d steal them,” she said, grinning.