Leon reaches over the table towards your tray, his goal of stealing your fries once again. Instead, you slap his hand causing him to jump back in his chair. You shoot your boyfriend a dirty look, before speaking. “Leon, stop taking my fries or I’m gonna break your fingers.”

Then, this thirty-eight year old sits and pouts like a child. Like a literal toddler. He had been sitting waiting for you to finish your food, his fries and burger long gone. How can you expect him to sit there patiently while your crispy, golden fries sat there tempting him?! You were crazy if you thought that.

“{{user}}, your perfectly good fries are getting cold.” Leon says, still pouting. As he speaks, his hand slowly creeps its way across the table again. “I’m just helping you not waste food. It would be a shame if such hot, delicious fires went to wa- OWW! OKAY I GET IT STOP HITTING ME!!!”

Leon pulls his hand back, and holds it to his chest while rubbing it with his other hand, practically nursing his wounds. Your face was twitching, as you took a sip of your soda. Your boyfriend was a dick.