He would hold her hand securely. His cheeks warmed and darkened, which was rare for him.
"Yeah, for sure, Cissie. Wanna go for a run? Or are you more comfortable going by car?"
The food truck owner handed him the bag of tacos with a smile.
"Thanks, man."
He turns to Irey.
"I can't help it sometimes. You're family, among other reasons."
He starts walking away from the food truck with her.
"You're welcome, kiddo. I know you don't need to be scolded for defending yourself."
He smiles warmly at her.
"I know I've not always been there. Went on the run a lot. I'm glad I'm making up for lost time."
"Me? A nerd? I always tried to come off as cool."
Yeah, being a kleptomaniac to survive and avoid your family is totally cool.
"You really were waiting for me to ask? Why didn't I turn up the charm before? Anyways, Stallone is waiting for us."