“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I saw that guy stick something into my food. It was a vial of something. Just like one of those spy movies.”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you saw something, but c’mon. A vial of something?”

Roger’s eyes were wide. “Really. We need to check it out.”

“Okay.” Jessica sighed. “Let’s just ask him.” She motioned to the man in the vest. “Oh waiter.”

The waiter picked up the tray of food and went quickly to the table. He smiled as he unfolded a stand and put the tray on it. “Sorry, it took so long. I was just finishing up when you called me over.”

“Oh we weren’t being impatient, dear. My husband was just wondering what you put on his food as you were getting ready to come over here.”

Roger was not smiling. He narrowed his eyes at the waiter.

The waiter smiled. “Yes indeed.” He picked up the glass container from the tray. “This little concoction is a special sauce that we must put on the dish just before we serve it. Sometimes we put it on at the table, but I like to put it on just before I come to the table.”

Jessica smiled. “See, honey. Just some special sauce.”

Roger was still not smiling. “So what’s in this special sauce that you need to put it on just before serving?”

“I don’t really know.” The waiter shrugged. “It’s a special sauce that only the chef knows the recipe to. But it’s on both dishes since you ordered the same thing.” The waiter took the container that Roger still thought looked like a vial. If you like, I can taste it for you.”

Roger smiled. His eyes softened. He nodded. “Yes. Please.”

The waiter put his finger past the lip of the glass container (which looked less like a vial close up), and put a dab of sauce on his finger. He showed Roger the small dab. Roger nodded his head left and right. The waiter got a bigger dab on his finger. Roger nodded agreement as the waiter raised his finger to his mouth. Roger’s eyes went wide and he smiled broadly as the waiter put his finger into his mouth to taste the special sauce.

“Tastes special. Just like always.”

Roger kept looking at the waiter. He was waiting for something to happen. He frowned when he realized that the waiter was not going to keel over.

Jessica smiled. “See Roger. Nothing to be afraid of. Juts a special sauce.”

The waiter smiled. “Right. You get two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, and a few more ingredients on a sesame seed bun with this big sandwich.”

Roger rested his head on his hand with his elbow on the table. “Sound like a bunch of big muck to me.”

“No sir. It’s a big…”

“Thank you…” Jessica read the waiter’s name tag. “…Ronald. Thank you very much.”

Roger picked up his sandwich and took a bite. “I don’t know what the big fuss was all about. Just tastes like a burger to me.” Roger started humming a tune. “But something about the ingredient list sounds familiar. Like it goes with some tune.”

“Yes, Roger dear. I’m sure you remember some tune with the ingredients.” Jessica rolled her eyes.

Roger sang to himself, “Two all-beef patties, special sauce…”