Dom in mind, Kiko withheld a burger from the extras. He’d want lunch, and it was already past one. The remainder of the burgers he hadn’t handed over to Elena for the judges he quartered and set out for bystanders to try. He was hot and sweaty, but happy. The atmosphere of a couple dozen different cooks grilling had been fun, laid back enough so as not to be a rush, but fast enough so as not to be boring.
“Hey,” said Dom, eyeing the few remaining quartered burgers as he came up. Kiko presented the full sandwich to him and his eyes lit up. “Thanks.”
“I figured you’d want lunch.”
“Hope you win,” said Dom around a mouthful of food. Kiko laughed.
“No chance. My burger’s not too interesting. But it was a fun experience.” He paused. “Stay here while I wash up?”
Dom nodded, mouth full of bur
