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Weston leaned to the side and looked past Fox's head to see what was going on.
Jack shoved Oxy out of the way and Weston lifted a brow.
The man with the dayglo vest and the ridiculously clean hat that screamed 'supervisor' followed Oxy with a hard glare.
Jack reached in and put a hand on the man's arm and Weston had to blink a few times to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing.
"Is she playing the helpless girl routine?" Dally sounded like he had something sour in his mouth. "Is that actually going to wo-"
Before he even finished the question, the supervisor who now had a look on his face like he was the Big Bad Wolf about to eat Little Red put his fingers in his mouth and whistled up the pole a half a block away.
Weston put his hand on the arm rest of Fox's seat and turned his head toward the sky.
The man on the pole was coming down.
It was hardly more than a few seconds before he hit the ground and took off his gloves, heading over to the supervisor.
Seconds later, the man was taking off his gear and handing it over to Oxy.
Jack turned her back to the supervisor and rolled her eyes.
Then she looked across the street and gave the van a thumbs up.
TRACY
Tracy looked up at the clock and saw the time. Right at that moment, her stomach growled.
A knock on her half open door turned her head. Jaime was standing there smiling. "Let me guess... I'm right on time for a SONIC trip?"
Tracy pushed back her chair, smiling. "Yeah, my stomach just grumbled at me."
Jaime stepped back, giving Tracy some room. "We both missed lunch when that rush came in. Then you had that call for the Children's Miracle Network fundraiser. And then the call from the health insurance company. I had a feeling you were like me, and our stomachs were about to gnaw through our bellies."
Reaching into her pocket, Tracy made sure her phone and wallet were there. "I'm feeling like we need some tater tots."
Jaime nodded. "And a couple of Route 44s with caffeine. None of that unadulterated drinks for us!"
Tracy leaned in and bumped her shoulder against her friend’s. "Let's get some grilled cheese on Texas toast!"
They were outside the door a moment later, a wall of heat hitting them hard.
Jaime looked at her. "Maybe two drinks."
Tracy snapped her fingers. "You're the bestest, smartest friend ever!"
Shrugging, Jaime smiled. "Takes one to know one." She took Tracy's hand in hers. "Food. Now."
As they walked over to the Sonic next door, Tracy laughed at their speed. "I would have saluted you, but you have my hand."
"Forget saluting me, Tracy. Feed me sugar and tell me I'm beautiful!"
They went to the order screens and ordered their meals. Just as she was finishing, Tracy's phone lit up with a notification.
It was a new news app that had somehow gotten her phone number. Now they were texting her news stories. She kept telling herself that she would figure out how to block them for good, but then she'd forget and... another message would pop up.
She was about to swipe it off her screen when a few words caught her eye.
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