I snatched it off the counter in case he changed his mind and peeled back the foil. “I know you also have a gun in there, so what you just said doesn’t apply.”
He scoffed. “The gun is standard. The burrito is friendship. There’s a difference.”
I took a bite and hummed approvingly. “This tastes so good I’m not even mad anymore that you weren’t appropriately impressed by my dick.”
He shook his head and pulled out his phone, frowning as he read the screen. “One day I’m going to tell people this story, and I’m definitely going to mention how heroic I am,” he said distractedly.
I took another bite, finally feeling human again. “I’m sure you will,” I said around the mouthful. “Make sure you include the part where you risked your life transporting eggs and salsa in your pocket.”
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