Natalie

“Give me the turkey on wheat,” Danny says as he stands at the counter, wrinkling his nose, eyes going back and forth between two spots on the board above our heads.

“You sure? You don’t seem too positive.”

“Trying to decide if I want a pickle or not.” He grins.

“Always get the pickle.” I give him a wink.

“What the hell.” He shrugs. “Why not? Give me the pickle and a ...