"Come on, Artie," Seb said as he eyed the food sitting in front of me. "Just one?"

"No," I said. "These are my fries and I want to eat every single one. You're not getting any."

Seb looked back and forth between me and my fries before snatching one and quickly shoving it into his mouth.

"Seb!" I exclaimed. "That was my fry!"

Seb furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me, confused. "What are you talking about, Artie? I didn't take any fries."

"Yes, you did!" I said. "You ate one of my fries and now I'm mad." I got up from my seat and sat across the table, right...