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I point at him. “I love you, but I will body-check you over these tacos.”

He blinks.

I sigh and tear off the tiniest piece of tortilla. “Fine. But this is between us.”

He snatches it like a feral little goblin and runs.

I unwrap the tacos slowly.

Egg, potato, cheese, salsa Verde on the side.

My exact order.

The coffee is my exact order too. Iced cinnamon latte, oat milk, extra shot, light ice.

I hate that more than anything.

I take a sip and close my eyes before I can stop myself.

Ugh, so perfect.

“Fuck.”

I set it down fast, like that will undo the reaction, but of course it doesn’t.

The warmth in my chest gets worse.

I grab my phone.

Me: How did you know my order?

A beat passes.

Revel: Because I pay attention.

I pause.

That should not hit the way it does.

Me: Stop paying attention to me.

The reply doesn’t come right away.

Good.

Maybe I finally got him to shut up.

Then my phone buzzes.

Revel: Why? We both know you like it, mama.

My stomach flips.

Stupid. Dramatic. Traitor.

I lock my phone and set it face down on the counter.

“So done.”