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“Do you think he’ll play in the second half?” Scarlett asked as the team made their way to the locker rooms.

“I hope so.”

She still looked worried as she stared at Axel’s retreating back.

I knew what she needed. “Let’s go get a hot dog.” I stood up.

She sighed. “You think you can distract me by ordering a hot dog in the weirdest way possible?”

I feigned a shocked expression. “I don’t order hot dogs weird.”

Scarlett laughed. “You order everything weird.”

“No, I order everything right.” I wasn’t sure why the way I ordered food annoyed my friends. I knew what I liked and didn’t. But I decided to play it up as we got in line. Just to make her smile.

When the guy at the concession stand called us forward, I leaned against the counter.

“Can I have a hot dog?”

“Yup,” he said.

“With mustard?”

“Sure.”

“Is the mustard organic?”

He shrugged. “Doubtful.”

“What about the ketchup?”

“I don’t know. It’s over there.” He pointed to where you could put on your own condiments.

“There’s no relish over there though. Can I get relish?”

“Sure.”

“But only if it’s made from cornichons.”

“Cornichons?” he asked.

“It’s a type of pickle.”

“Man, I have no idea what pickles are in the relish.” He eyed the growing line behind me.

“Then I’ll skip the relish and just have the cheese sauce. Is it gouda?”

“I don’t think anyone puts gouda on hot dogs.”

“I do.”

“It’s not gouda.”

I scrunched up my nose and Scarlett laughed. “I’ll skip that too then.”

The guy and I just stared at each other.

“What?” I asked.