A Hidden Song (A Short, Part 4)

((A Hidden Song, Continued from last time: ))
It was a week before she saw him again, 3:00, same as before. She had been practicing for days, brainstorming what she would do if he came back, whether the extra spot on the bench was taken or not.
She was not standing at the usual hotdog stand this time. If someone had asked her why, she would have said it was because the vendor always tried to touch her fingers when he handed her the hotdogs, and because ex-team leader Mark Furrows might show up...