hate these bottles,” he said. “You can’t ever get the stuff to come out.”
Finding my voice, I answered, “I wouldn’t know . I hate relish.” Then I fumed at myself for saying something so stupid and wasting a chance to impress him.
He laughed though . “I may have to pass on it myself.”
“Can I try?” I offered . He silently handed the bottle to me . I closed the lid and gave it a hard shake upside down, forcing the relish to move towards the lid . Handing it back, I said, “That should do it.”
“Thanks,” he said, taking it back .
I felt the sweep of his warm, slightly callused skin against mine as our fingers accidently brushed each other. Our eyes met briefly before we both turned away .
I picked up a bottle of mustard and concentrated on squeezing it out in one long, perfectly straight line across my hotdog. Just as I sat the mustard down, I heard what was being said over the loud speakers.
“And here we go, folks . Luis Ramos, #31, will kick off for Haskins . It’s a good high kick and the Webster Warriors will take possession at the 15 yard line.”
“Oh, flip!” I said, forgetting that I was trying to look cool. The third quarter had started. I glanced at my hot dog, then down at my camera and realized that I could only manage one of them at a time . With my bad luck, I would probably miss the most important play of the game if I didn’t hurry. I hated to waste perfectly good food though. I held my hot dog out to the new guy and said, “I gotta go . You want this?”
“Uh, well….”
I didn’t wait for him to say more before I practically tossed it at him and hurried back to the field . I got set up again just in time to catch a great shot of an amazing interception that put Haskins in possession at their own 30 yard line . Within a few plays, they made a touchdown, and I’d been lucky enough to be in the perfect position to get a great shot of the running back as he crossed the goal line with a defender in hot pursuit.
I stepped back and relaxed as Haskins kicked off again. I was just regretting the loss of my dinner when I heard someone right behind me say, “Hey, do you want your hot dog back?”
Spinning around, I saw the new guy holding my hot dog and bottle of water over the fence. I couldn’t believe he’d followed me. “Uh, yeah, thanks . I think I have time to eat it now.”
“Great . I don’t really like mustard.”
He handed it to me over the fence and I asked, “Why didn’t you just throw it away?” Then, k nowing I needed to hurry and eat it, I took a bite.
“Well, I could tell you really wanted it. You must have been hungry.”
I swallowed and tried to decide if he was making fun of me. His expression showed only friendly interest, however, so I relaxed. “I was starving . Maybe I won’t faint on the sidelines now.”
He laughed and I was spellbound by the deep masculine tones that danced over me like a symphony. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Realizing that I was grinning back at him and probably looking like an idiot, I took another bite.
“My name’s Lee Franklin. I just moved here this week.”
After awkwardly finishing my bite, I said, “Yeah I know. I mean, I knew you just moved here, not your name.”
We looked at each other silently for a moment before he prompted, “So what’s your name?”
Wanting to kick myself, I told him, “Sienna.” Then remembering that I had a last name, I added, “Whitfield.”
“Sienna? That’s a cool name . Are you on the school paper or yearbook staff or something?”
I glanced at my camera, staring at it for a second before I remembered what it was. “Oh, yeah. Both. I don’t do much writing though. Mostly I just cover the photography.”
“It looks like a hard job. Well, I’d better let you get back to it. I didn’t mean to distract you for so long . I’ll see you on Monday though?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
As he left, I turned back to the field and stared at the
Finding my voice, I answered, “I wouldn’t know . I hate relish.” Then I fumed at myself for saying something so stupid and wasting a chance to impress him.
He laughed though . “I may have to pass on it myself.”
“Can I try?” I offered . He silently handed the bottle to me . I closed the lid and gave it a hard shake upside down, forcing the relish to move towards the lid . Handing it back, I said, “That should do it.”
“Thanks,” he said, taking it back .
I felt the sweep of his warm, slightly callused skin against mine as our fingers accidently brushed each other. Our eyes met briefly before we both turned away .
I picked up a bottle of mustard and concentrated on squeezing it out in one long, perfectly straight line across my hotdog. Just as I sat the mustard down, I heard what was being said over the loud speakers.
“And here we go, folks . Luis Ramos, #31, will kick off for Haskins . It’s a good high kick and the Webster Warriors will take possession at the 15 yard line.”
“Oh, flip!” I said, forgetting that I was trying to look cool. The third quarter had started. I glanced at my hot dog, then down at my camera and realized that I could only manage one of them at a time . With my bad luck, I would probably miss the most important play of the game if I didn’t hurry. I hated to waste perfectly good food though. I held my hot dog out to the new guy and said, “I gotta go . You want this?”
“Uh, well….”
I didn’t wait for him to say more before I practically tossed it at him and hurried back to the field . I got set up again just in time to catch a great shot of an amazing interception that put Haskins in possession at their own 30 yard line . Within a few plays, they made a touchdown, and I’d been lucky enough to be in the perfect position to get a great shot of the running back as he crossed the goal line with a defender in hot pursuit.
I stepped back and relaxed as Haskins kicked off again. I was just regretting the loss of my dinner when I heard someone right behind me say, “Hey, do you want your hot dog back?”
Spinning around, I saw the new guy holding my hot dog and bottle of water over the fence. I couldn’t believe he’d followed me. “Uh, yeah, thanks . I think I have time to eat it now.”
“Great . I don’t really like mustard.”
He handed it to me over the fence and I asked, “Why didn’t you just throw it away?” Then, k nowing I needed to hurry and eat it, I took a bite.
“Well, I could tell you really wanted it. You must have been hungry.”
I swallowed and tried to decide if he was making fun of me. His expression showed only friendly interest, however, so I relaxed. “I was starving . Maybe I won’t faint on the sidelines now.”
He laughed and I was spellbound by the deep masculine tones that danced over me like a symphony. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Realizing that I was grinning back at him and probably looking like an idiot, I took another bite.
“My name’s Lee Franklin. I just moved here this week.”
After awkwardly finishing my bite, I said, “Yeah I know. I mean, I knew you just moved here, not your name.”
We looked at each other silently for a moment before he prompted, “So what’s your name?”
Wanting to kick myself, I told him, “Sienna.” Then remembering that I had a last name, I added, “Whitfield.”
“Sienna? That’s a cool name . Are you on the school paper or yearbook staff or something?”
I glanced at my camera, staring at it for a second before I remembered what it was. “Oh, yeah. Both. I don’t do much writing though. Mostly I just cover the photography.”
“It looks like a hard job. Well, I’d better let you get back to it. I didn’t mean to distract you for so long . I’ll see you on Monday though?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
As he left, I turned back to the field and stared at the
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