HE OFFERS HIS HAND and when she takes it, he leads her out, half walking, half running. Giggles escape her lip in a rather chirpy sound, as a jittery feeling settles on her stomach. She won't probably eat; she's too full of butterflies. Pretty corny, yes. But she couldn't care less tonight. She feels as free as a bird and Asher represents the wings making her fly high.
There's a hot dog stand down the street. And Asher greets the man behind the cart. He must be in his thirties with short-cropped blonde hair and tattoos on his bulging biceps. He looks like the kind of man that could strike you with only a blow, but when his lips turn into a smile, the image changes drastically. "What can I give you, Ash?"
"Well, Gale, give me the usual. And for the lady, could you please give her one of y
