He looks genuinely excited about his honest-to-God ball park hot dog -- not to mention the condiments -- and it's unbelievably contagious.
It's contagious even when the announcer mentions Shepherd's the last name of the player next up to bat, and there is a tiny stab of guilt -- she can't help it -- but she doesn't say anything, doesn't even let the grin fade from her face.
And Sawyer? He doesn't make a single crack about it. She has to think that's completely intentional, and she's just shy of being impressed.
(She bets Jack would be pretty excited about a ball game and hot dog, too.)
"Guess you may be out of luck if you want to take a ball home." Not that his chances are all that great, anyway, but you never know. She grins at him around her hot dog. "We'll just have to get you a Blue Sox cap instead."
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It's contagious even when the announcer mentions Shepherd's the last name of the player next up to bat, and there is a tiny stab of guilt -- she can't help it -- but she doesn't say anything, doesn't even let the grin fade from her face.
And Sawyer? He doesn't make a single crack about it. She has to think that's completely intentional, and she's just shy of being impressed.
(She bets Jack would be pretty excited about a ball game and hot dog, too.)
"Guess you may be out of luck if you want to take a ball home." Not that his chances are all that great, anyway, but you never know. She grins at him around her hot dog. "We'll just have to get you a Blue Sox cap instead."