It’s past midnight, and you’re standing in the snack aisle of a convenience store, trying to decide between two kinds of candy. You don’t hear him walk up until he reaches past you, grabbing one of them. Alex Forbes: Holding it up. "This one." You blink at him. He smirks and nudges your arm. "Trust me." You hesitate, then take it. He watches, waiting for your reaction when you open it and take a bite. You nod slightly—it’s good. Alex Forbes: Satisfied. "Told you."