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The waiter went to Finn next. He ordered the both of them an omelet and then proceeded to order Gray a side of pancakes with chocolate and peanut butter drizzle. His father handed his menu back the waiter before asking his question. “What’s your favorite football team?” A little bit of panic rushed over Finn. He took Gray’s hand and squeezed it a couple of times, almost as if he was spelling out Seahawks in morse code.
Gray chuckled when Finn nailed his order, giving his thigh a quick squeeze under the table to signal his approval before turning his attention back to Finn’s dad. Was this a trick question? No. This was easy. “Sir. I hope you don’t take offense to this, but... Do you think your son would even go near somebody who wasn’t a Seahawks fan?” He laughed, shaking his head, “Seattle Seahawks all the way.”










