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“Here you go,” said Nikki.
“Excellent! Thank you. That’s great.” The Mayor held up a thick finger. “Just one second please.” He unlocked the windscreen on his scooter, flipped it up and relocked it so that it made a tray.
“Wow. That’s pretty cool.”
“You like that? I designed it myself. Had it custom made.”
Nikki handed the Mayor his snack, a full sized cheesesteak loaded with toppings. Then stepped aside and joined Ant and Patrick.
The Mayor got the plate and drink situated on the makeshift scooter shelf, scooped up the sandwich, and treated himself to a big ol’ bite.
“Mmmmm, mmmm… That’s good,” he said with his mouth full. “Oh man…” he continued, as bits of onion spewed from his lips and more grease dribbled down the front of his shirt.
“Holy crap,” whispered Nikki.
“I know, right? I almost lost a finger the other day,” said Patrick.
“No wonder he’s like four hundred pounds.”
“Not quite. Soon though.”
“You guys are mean,” said Ant, going back to work.
“How’s everything?” Cap asked.
“Deeeeelicious…,” said the Mayor, licking his fingers.
“That’s great. Glad you like it. Say, if you’ve got just one more minute I’d really like to talk to you about something.”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
Cap looked around, saw that Nikki was still hanging around and told her to get back to work. She giggled again at something Patrick said that wasn’t even remotely funny, touched his arm and made sure she gave him a good show as she walked away.
“So, quite a day,” Cap began.
“It certainly is,” said the Mayor.
“I mean, really, the weather is perfect. Great day for a contest.”
“What’s on your mind Cap?”
“Well, to be honest, I was hoping you could put in a good word for me. Maybe make sure that Cap’s Cheesesteaks was the big winner today.
“Oh, you know I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, I know it’s not entirely your decision but I was hoping you could put in a good word, maybe steer the judges a little.”
“Come on. You got a good product. That was delicious.” He licked his fingers again for emphasis. Then he looked down and noticed all the stains on his shirt. He dabbed at them with a napkin but that only smeared the wet ones together. “Don’t worry so much.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s just that we could really use that contract.”
“I’m sure everything will work itself out. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I see a cannoli over there with my name on it.” Then he Beeeped and rode off. The scooter sagging under his ample girth.
Cap watched the Mayor roll away and get swallowed up by the crowd. Then Patrick spoke up. “I think I might be able to help you out.”
“Really?”
“I think so. Tell me what you want.”
