He was surprised that the comment came from

Imogen Howe

. It was something Aaron would say. Or Jack after a few drinks. Were they rubbing off on her? He was overthinking things. His face reddened more, continuing to think that she knew what he was talking about.

But on her face, there was just a smile.

"Mustard. Dijon. If you got it."

Damn, Alan thought. He skimped out on everything. All he had was the grocery store brand. Yellow like the crayola crayons.

"I only have regular mustard," he checked the bottle, "and I wouldn't recommend it. It's pretty old."

"Oh that's okay." Imogen slugged back some of the lager from her 

tallboy

. She was even drinking like them now, Alan thought. "Maybe we should go out for dinner. Sean was talking about this Jewish Deli."

"Yeah. I'd be down for that," Alan thought. He was not enjoying this. All of these cool people entering his life. He was supposed to be the cool one. He and Imogen. Now they were all butting into his winter love story.