One peanut butter cookie was all it took.
Seth stood at the counter when the smell hit. His mouth immediately started to water. The barista was nowhere in sight, but it was too late anyway.
Seth saw the cookies, lying out, ready to kill even the least allergic. They would topple empires, those cookies.
But Seth wasn’t allergic. He was hungry. He reached out, grabbed a cookie, and started to eat. He wolfed it down before anyone saw, and was just reaching for another when the barista arrived.
“Can I have one of those?” Seth said.
The barista picked one up with a pair of tongs and handed it to him. “Two fifty,” the barista said.
Seth handed him the money and scampered away, enjoying his ill-gotten gains