Walking through the office on his way to find himself something to eat, Preston paused and stepped to the side the second he heard his phone chime in a text message.  Digging it out, Preston grinned at the screen and thought for a second before replying.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">I hope I can think you properly and repeatedly</span>​</div><br/>Preston typed, quickly hitting send once he saw another message pinging in, this one a picture of the menu at the hotdog cart down the street.  Having been there more than a few times when he was running late, or working himself to the point where he really didn’t have time for lunch, Preston knew exactly what he wanted.<br/><br/>From the stand, in this case.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Please.  Two dogs, ketchup, mustard and relish.  I’ll be right there.</span>​</div><br/>As soon as the message was sent, Preston hurried on his way, actually taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.  As soon as he hit the street he slowed his pace, not wanting to show up out of breath.  He was just caught up when he reached the stand as the vendor was handing Addison his two hot dogs.<br/><br/>“Looks like I came just in time.”  He said by way of greeting, knowing exactly how she could take his words.