Brennan’s dad looks at him, prompting him to order first
Brennan
Pepsi, please
waitress
Sure
she says, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder
waitress
And for you, sir?
Brennan's Dad
I’ll also take a Pepsi
waitress
Okay, I’ll be right back with those
After the waitress goes to fetch their drink orders, Brennan discretely smells his jersey
Brennan's Dad
You have a crush?
Ignoring the question, Brennan instead quickly begins looking over his menu, reciting the toppings in his head to relieve the rush of blood in his cheeks
After a minute of checking out the side orders, he realizes his dad is looking elsewhere
Brennan
What is it, Dad?
His eyes are glued to the entranceway as if he is expecting a natural disaster to tear in from the blackness outside
Brennan
Nachos at the game aren’t a meal, Dad, you know
He smiles but it seems forced and taut, like a stretched rubber band
Brennan's Dad
Oh, nothing
For the first time that night, Brennan notices the unbecoming stubble on his dad’s face
He watches him uneasily, trying to translate his demeanor
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