Chapter 8

“Here you go, Ms. Feoras.” The young man finished with the last hotdog and placed all three onto a disposable tray that Lynn could take with her. “Can I get you anything else?” His green eyes flickered with admiration.

“Yeah, give me two bottles of water and one of those boxes of apple juice.” Lynn pulled out a twenty and placed it on to the counter just as the boy sat the drinks beside her. As he was collecting her change, she reached over and gathered a couple packs of pickle relish, extra mustard and ketchup, as well as some forks and napkins. “Oh and I nearly forgot, add three of the small bags of plain chips to that, will you?”

“No problem,” he replied. Lynn glanced up; smiling at the young man whose nametag identified him as Dave. He picked up three of the small bags of plain chips and dropped all three into a plain white bag so that Lynn could carry them easier. “Anything else,” he asked.