Leaning my head back, I puff out all the hot air pent up in my body. He’s the pissant who asked about Callum’s bedroom performance. I swipe a bottle of lemon-lime soda from the counter and give it a dozen of the most violent shakes I can manage. I stomp out of the truck and up to the offending vlogger.

Even when I’m standing two inches from him, he has the audacity to smirk. But when I twist off the cap, a stream of soda smashes him square in the face. My frustration dissipates with each violent burst of carbonated liquid.

Stumbling back, he heaves a breath, then coughs. He wrings his hands, then rubs his eyes. “You have—you have no right!” he sputters.

I can’t help but laugh, then turn around to the other vloggers. They all stand with dropped jaws and wide eyes. Slowly, they back away from the spectacle I’ve created, their gazes locked on me the entire time. It’s like I’m some wild animal they’ve been warned about.

Slowly walk away! No sudden movements! If you’re not careful, she’ll assault you with carbonated beverages!

The offending vlogger wipes the moisture off his face with his arm. “That’s assault! I’ll call the police on you!”

I step forward so far into his space, he stumbles backward. Good. He’s been in my space—on my food truck turf every day, acting like an entitled and rude asshole. It’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine.

“And tell them what?” I bark back. “That you’ve been harassing me and my customers all morning—all week actually? Please do. You’ll save me the trouble of picking up the phone. I was going to report you to them anyway.”

Mrs. Tokushige walks up next to me, the look on her face something between determined and ferocious. “He elbowed me yesterday when I was standing in line. I think he’s the reason I’ve got this bruise on my arm.”

The stubborn vlogger is now irate. His wide eyes dart from me to Mrs. Tokushige, then back to me.

“So you’ve been physically assaulting people as well? I bet the police would love to hear that.” I glare at him.

Penelope hops over to my other side. “The other day that guy tried to slip me a twenty to get me to tell him secrets about you. Scum.”

“Bribery too?” I say. “Another interesting fact to relay to law enforcement.”