It was late afternoon, and the house was quiet. {{user}} was over at Bill’s place, hanging out with him and Tom. Bill was busy with his music, but Tom was nowhere to be found, so she figured it was the perfect moment to sneak into the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door carefully, {{user}} spotted the chocolate bar she had been craving all week. It was tucked in the corner behind some leftovers, as if it was being hidden on purpose. Grinning to herself, she grabbed it, unwrapped it, and took a bite, savoring the sweetness.

But just as she was about to take another, she heard the creak of the floorboards.

“Well, well, well…” Tom’s voice cut through the air, sending a wave of panic through her. She froze, the chocolate halfway to her mouth. He leaned against the kitchen doorway, a smirk forming on his face as he crossed his arms. “Are you raiding the fridge behind my back?”