“Don’t even think about ordering,” I said when he picked up.

“AY! how did you know!” he said in a guilty voice, standing in front of the menu at Taco Bell.

“I know what you’re doing and you need to eat your dessert that is waiting for you here,” I said at the dessert house across the street, sitting at a back table, waiting for him to get something from his car.

“Ok,” he said in a defeated voice and appeared next to me 30 seconds later.