There is a perk of my company I always try to avoid. My business partner is a huge fan of the local baseball team. He gets season tickets every year and gives out some to the employees. I didn't realize until I went through the last envelope sent to my house that he snuck a pair of tickets to a game that was coming up. I called him to try to give it back. He told me to take my neighbor. I breathed a sigh and put them in a place where I could remember.
A few days later, we were eating dinner together at her place. As she was clearing the table, I looked over and saw a baseball in a glass cube. I looked at it closely before I felt her sneak in close. I turned towards her and was surprised by a kiss. I took it gratefully before she pulled back.
"Is that the first time you saw that?"
"Yeah," I responded. "It's a signed baseball, right?"
"It belonged to Mitchell," she started. "He was the biggest baseball fan. He took me to a few games every year before his cancer took over. I miss going to the ballpark and watching the game. I had a thing for seeing the guys in their uniforms, especially their butts."
She emphasized the last part by simulating grabbing a pair of buns before laughing at my reaction. I smiled before I remembered the tickets.
"So, wanna go to a game?"
She looked at me, trying to read my face. She knew I wasn't a big baseball fan and was probably thinking I was kidding. She noticed my facial expression didn't change.
"Yeah, sure. I'll go. You have tickets?"
I reached into my pocket and handed them to her. She looked at them before her eyes bugged out.
"How did.... these are primo seats. What did you do?"
