“Are you going to arrest me?” Fox teased, making sure to make the stolen french fry lasted as many bites as she possibly could. Torturing Alex for as long as she was able. “Stealing is a misdemeanor, isn’t it?” Grinning, she offered out her drink. “Here, have some of my milkshake, it’ll make you feel better.” Fox knew that she’d make it up to him that evening with free drinks at the bar anyway, so his pouty mood didn’t bother her much. In fact, she thought it was adorable. “C’mon Alex, you don’t really mean that, do you? Who are you gonna take to lunch besides me? Des sure does like you, maybe you can take her, although she’d probably steal a lot more than your fries...”