You spent two summers turning your food truck into the thing people line up for. Then Mateo Reyes parks six feet away and your whole lunch crowd drifts to his window. Now the festival just put you both in the same finale tent, same judges, same weekend, one winner. You're stuck sharing a wall with the man trying to take everything you built. The problem is he keeps handing you tacos at 2am and looking at you like he means it.