Addison was in the middle of a bite when she heard the chime of her phone go off again. She gulped down her delicious bite of hot dog, wiped her mouth off with the napkin that was wedged against the folded up, paper plate that the vendors always served the hot dogs on, and checked her text message from Preston.<br/><br/>She grinned as she typed her reply back, not really bothering to remark about the comment he made about the boss man, her dad. While she may have never been on the receiving end of one of Gary Marino’s tears, she had sat through plenty of his drab lectures and knew the extent of her father’s temper.<br/><br/>It was obvious that Preston was intimidated by her father. But, as she had just recently found out, it was certainly not enough to convince him to avoid her, like he may have initially wanted to.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><br/>
Glad to hear it. And you can still thank me properly. I’m outside at the hot dog stand. Want me to get you something?</span>​</div><br/>With that text message sent, she turned to face the vendor again, then snapped a picture of his dinky little menu sign, sending that to Preston next, just in case he was unfamiliar with what was being offered at the stand. The middle aged, short man at the stand was still staring at her, but as soon as the camera pointed toward him, he suddenly looked very busy.