Ding.
The text I was waiting for. My food delivery, delivered. About time.
Pulled up the confirmation photo but found the stoop empty. Christ, I thought. Third time this month.
Saw a beat-up Accord peeling away and I knew that dirtbag was celebrating a free double cheeseburger and large strawberry milkshake. My stomach growled. Not tonight.
Had my battered Camry on the street in record time and closed in fast. He tried a few slick lane changes. Not slick enough.
I made sure he watched me take my first bite, slurp my first sip.
Best meal I had in months.
