Setting the bag in his lap, he opened it like buried treasure he’d just unearthed. Ange laughed as he put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb. The greed on the stranger’s face made him look impossibly young. “Are these all for me?”
“Save me one.” Ange gave the guy a sidelong glance and nodded. “So what’s your name?”
“TC.” The guy dug into the bag, barely unwrapping the first burger before he bit into it. An orgasmic smile spread across his lips and his eyes slipped shut in delight. “God, so good.”
“TC’s just initials. What’s your real name?” When his passenger frowned, Ange added, “I’m Ange. Angelo Echevarria, para servile.”
Distrust flickered across TC’s face. “What’s that mean?”
“Free blowjob if you can figure it out.”