“Hurry, dude!” Dax had his hands on Blue’s shoulders as Blue hit submit, then crossed his fingers that they’d gotten the submission in on time.

The app made a llama-bleat sound and displayed, One point! You made your llama proud.

“One point,” said Blue.

“Aaaaand it’s closed,” said Jeremy, looking at his own phone. “Game over. No more submissions.”

“What place are we in?” Dax leaned over Blue’s shoulder to get a view of his phone.

“We are in … third,” said Blue. “Right behind Red Hot Lobo Llamas.” He’d been hoping to run into Lucy and her team again, but their paths hadn’t crossed. And since Questival had no official finish line, they wouldn’t be running into each other again.

Why hadn’t he gotten her number? That kiss was more than just a grab for extra style points. It was the kind of first kiss you tell your kids about.

“Not bad,” said Stone, and the Blue’s Bachelors high fived and fist bumped each other.

“It’s in the hands of our fellow adventurers,” said Blue, shaking off thoughts of the woman he might never see again. “Now where did we park?”

“Which time?” asked Nikola.

“The last time.” On various occasions throughout the day, Blue and his guys had utilized GREENbikes to get around the downtown area, picking them up in one location, and dropping them off at others. It was quicker than trying to find parking for every single challenge. Downtown Salt Lake City took pride in their bike friendly streets, after all.

“My cousin’s pizza place, remember?” said Jeremy.

“That’s right,” said Blue. “In the alley voted most likely for someone to be killed and/or raped. It’s like an architect designed it to trap unsuspecting tourists.”

Jeremy said, “Hey that alley was also voted most likely to let us park for free.”

As they walked down the street to the nearest GREENbike station, Nikola said, “Check it out!” He swung his phone around so the rest of the team could see the video of them delivering a check for over $2,000 to the International Rescue Committee office. Before Questival had even begun, Nikola had spearheaded a fundraiser for the refugee center. Delivering the funds had been the highlight of the day for Nikola, and checking off another challenge was the cherry on top. If that didn’t earn major peer voting points, Blue didn’t know what would.

“That’s llamazing,” said Blue, reaching out and swiping to the right. Left was just good, and didn’t give any extra points, but a right-swipe gave the submission the Llamazing tag and earned them peer points.

Next up for judging was a video of a woman in a hot pink shirt, pulling her arms inside her shirt. Wait! That was the Red Hot Lobo Llamas. It was the little redhead who Nikola had hugged. Sheila, was it? Within seconds she produced a pink bra that matched her pink shirt and traded with a woman on another Questival team for her bra. Without looking at the top of the screen, Blue knew it was the ‘Trade an article of clothing with a stranger.’ Unfortunately there was no sign of Lucy in the background of the video.

That was a pretty extreme trade. The Blue’s Bachelors had traded a sock and thought that was gross enough. If the Red Hot Lobo Llamas were willing to get that intimate, they might be tough to beat after all. Blue swiped right.

“What are you doing?” asked Nikola. “That’s our competition!”

“It was amazing. I mean llamazing.” He still didn’t really understand why Questival was so llama-obsessed.. Blue pulled his own phone out again and went to the peer judging. Only the top ten teams qualified for peer judging, so in theory every tenth pic or video would be Lucy’s team.

“Oh, great,” said Jeremy. “Blue picked a fine time to go traitor.”

He ignored them and swiped a few other teams, mostly good, a few llamazing, until they reached the bikes. Stone swiped his card for each of them since he had the GREENbikes account, and they pulled bikes from the racks and took off toward the pizza place, Blue bringing up the rear.

On a single lane road with a more than adequate bike lane, a driver behind Blue laid on their horn. A woman shouted, “Hey, Wide Load, mind if we get around?”

It was a little early for drunks to be cruising. Blue was too tired to be up for dealing with it, so he just waved them around.

“I don’t know,” said another female voice. “I kind of like the view from back here.”

Wait, did that voice sound a little familiar? Blue did a quick head check and saw the lovely Latina he’d kissed on the steps of the Capitol! The car pulled up beside him, Lucy riding shotgun.

The late evening air was cool and the sunset was pink and orange in ways Blue didn’t know if he’d ever seen. This woman who he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since they’d met, who he thought he’d never see again, was close enough to reach out and touch. A group of guys riding through the city on bikes; a carful of women playfully flirting. And more than anything, the magnet of her eyes that made Blue scared he was going run into something. It was like a cheesy music video, and Blue was thrilled to be smack in the middle of it.

He told himself to snap out of it and said, “If it isn’t the 2017 Questival Salt Lake City runners-up.”

Lucy didn’t miss a beat. “You must not have checked the final standings.” She looked back into the car. “Should I break it to them, girls?”

The rear window rolled down. “I will,” said a blonde woman. “Red Hot Lobo Llamas are in second and your sorry Blue’s Clues butts are in third.”

“Peer judging will change that,” countered Blue. And Blues Clues? Where had that nickname come from?

The blonde rolled her eyes. “You think one little make-out session is going to change that? Don’t count on it. We uploaded the same challenge, remember?”

From in front of Blue, Jeremy jumped in. “Our fearless leader’s conquering of a Hot Wolf Woman was just the beginning of our epicness. Don’t look at the peer judging page of the app unless you want to cry yourselves to sleep tonight.”

The banter was fun and everyone was smiling, but in truth Blue was a bit worried about how the standings would settle. He couldn’t forget Lucy running up all those steps carrying her teammate with the sun itself acting as a spotlight. Just like Blue’s Bachelors, these ladies had gone over and above. “I have an idea,” said Blue. “Why don’t we all meet at Pineapple’s and compare.”

“Wait,” said Lucy with a devious grin. “Are you saying you’ll show us yours if we show you ours?”

Blue felt his eyes shoot open and he about crashed his bike from the shock. Inside the car the ladies were cackling.

“If you’re talking about Questival videos, then yep,” said Blue once he recovered. “If you’re talking about something else, well, I’m sure we’re not that kind of guys.” He winked and added too loudly, “Except for Stone.”

Lucy smiled adorably and her dark eyes caught every color of the sunset. On its own accord, Blue’s bike was drifting closer, carrying him back to her lips. Taking control of the matchmaking bike, Blue straightened it and got the bearings of his surroundings again.

“Pineapple’s it is,” said Lucy. “Can we follow you there?”

“As much as you like the view,” said Blue, forcing a blush onto Lucy’s face this time, “it’s a little far to bike. It’s up in Park City.”

“Oh. How far is that?”

Hm, she wasn’t from around here. Why would she do the Salt Lake City Questival if she wasn’t from Utah? Even people from southern Idaho, western Wyoming, or eastern Nevada had a general idea how far Park City was from Salt Lake. He had a whole lot to find out about this beauty. “On bikes? A couple hours. But our car is only a few blocks away. You can follow us.”

The feisty blonde showed them her phone screen. “Found it. Pineapple’s Bar and Grill on Main Street in Park City. We’ll beat you there.” She tapped the driver and started rolling up the window.

Lucy leaned out her window as the car accelerated. “Not worth following you if we don’t get the view!” She winked and blew him a kiss. The car took off.

Blue felt like he could catch the kiss and then beat them the twenty uphill miles to Park City. If it was the only way to see Lucy again, he’d do it, but they said they’d see him there. He couldn’t wait for the chance to find out if she was as interested in him as he was in her.

“C’mon, boys,” said Blue, picking up the speed and taking the lead.

“What?” said Stone. “Afraid some other buff fireman is going to get to her first?”

In honesty, that’s exactly what Blue was worried about, but he said, “I don’t want to lose to them.”

He’d already let her get away once. If there was anything he could do to prevent that again, you better believe he’d do it.