Friendly outing or date? Either is dangerous. (TAG: Anna)

Anna paused, she hadn't expected Nolan to ask more on the subject. She walked forward towards the food stand, hands in her pockets. "It was..nice. My mother blared the music much too loud and my father would keep trying to sing along even though he was terrible. And my sister would-" Anna caught herself, she didn't look to Nolan, instead she coughed falsely and unimpressive. "Um what were your parents like?"

Anna frowned, feeling deep sympathy and concern. "Oh...That sucks." she almost slapped her forehead at how silly she sounded. Anna put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You want something?"

Anna nodded, looking at the line. A devilish idea popped into her head. "Hey Nolan. Watch this." When the man's back was turned Anna pointed her hand at the hot dog spinner, one of the dogs lifted along with a bun. The man was still too preoccupied to notice. "Would you like Mustard or Ketchup?"

Anna quickly applied the ketchup before snatching the hot dog from midair. "Sorry Nolan we got to make a run for it." she sped for the car, ushering him to follow her.

Anna couldn't contain her laughter, she felt tears on the brim of her eyes. "Thanks." she grabbed a handful of popcorn and tried to eat it without choking from her laughs. "We should do that more often."

"No problem. Don't be surprised if I make a quick getaway though. I'm not going back to jail." she half joked, taking a large bite of her hot dog.

"Really? At all. That must be why it's so insane. You can get away with almost anything."