“Eat both of these.”
“Do you have mustard?” she asks and then gives a soft giggle.
I can’t help but smile at the sound of it as I dig around in the basket and then hand her the yellow bottle. She drenches her hot dogs in it and then takes as large of a bite as her split lip will allow.
“That’s really good,” she says around her mouthful.
I smile and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear to keep it out of her way as she mauls the hot dog. I fix my own and make quick work of them. When she slips a piece of hot dog to Ruslan, I pretend not to notice, even though stealthy is the last word I’d use to describe it, especially with the loud laugh she gives when he licks her fingers.
After she’s eaten, she surprises me by grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the ocean. “Come on, Vasil
