The French Fry Stealer

Once upon a time a guy stole a girl's french fry, and their story began.

I took my food to an empty seat, the only one I could find. Crystal City Mall is packed this time of year. "And I have a job interview in thirteen minutes... Great." I exaggerated as I looked on my phone. "Is someone sitting here?" A voice chimed behind me, I looked up to see a guy, probably my age, gesturing to the empty seat in front of me.
"Oh, no, not at all." I say. He thanks me and sits down, as I'm looking at my phone something catches my eye in my peripheral vision.
The guy's hand sneaking over an snatching one of my fries.
Oh. Hell. No.