A very specific kind of thief.
David discovered this early on in your relationship, that you have absolutely no interest in your own plate when his exists.
The first time it happened, he’d been halfway through lifting a forkful of food to his mouth when it vanished.
You’d leaned over casually, plucked it straight off his fork with your mouth, and continued the conversation like nothing happened.
David had sat there staring at the now empty fork.
“…Did you just steal that?”
You had shrugged. “Maybe.”
From that day on it became routine.
If David is eating, you are somehow involved.
You’re both sitting at the kitchen island while he finishes cooking dinner. You’re talking about something unimportant while he plates everything.
He sits down beside you and takes the first bite.
The fork barely makes it halfway to his mouth before you lean over and steal it.
Just slowly lowers the now empty fork and calmly cuts another bite.
“That was good,” you say.
“…You didn’t even try yours.”
You look down at your plate like you just remembered it exists.
But instead of taking a bite from your own food, you immediately reach over again.
David quietly moves the fork away midair.
Your mouth closes on nothing.
“You have an entire plate.”
“But yours tastes better.”
He exhales slowly like a man who has been through this battle far too many times.
“Angel,” he says calmly, “eat your dinner.”
You reach for his fork again.
Except this time, David smoothly pivots his hand away and brings the bite to your mouth instead.
You stare at him for a second.
He places the bite into your mouth like he expected it all along.
Because here’s the thing.
He figured you out years ago.
The moment he noticed the pattern.
The way you always leaned over at the exact same time his fork moved.
So now he’s started planning ahead.
You take another bite from your own plate this time, but he’s already preparing the next one.
And before you can even lean over- He holds it directly in front of your face.
“You’re going to steal it anyway.”
You squint at him suspiciously.
You open your mouth again without hesitation.
You chew, clearly pleased with yourself.
You accept it like it’s completely normal.
After the fourth time, you lean back in your chair slightly.
“You’ve stolen food off my fork every day for at least four years.”
“That’s because you don’t share.”
“I literally cook for you.”
He chuckles under his breath and prepares another bite.
Again, he holds it toward you.
He looks down at the plate like he just realized that.
You glance between him and the fork.
Then gently take the utensil from his hand.
You cut a small bite from his plate.
His eyebrows lift slightly.
“Well,” he says quietly, “this is new.”
He stares at you for a second.
Then leans forward and takes the bite.
David shakes his head slightly, amused.
You go back to eating your own plate for a moment.
David finally gets a couple bites in peace.
Then. Without looking up.
Your hand closes around the fork he’s holding.
He watches you steal the bite with absolutely zero shame.
Then he just shakes his head, cutting another piece.
He lifts it toward you first.
Because at this point, it’s easier that way. He knows you only do it occasionally for his attention. But he loves it.
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