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Pia placed her bottle of beer and hotdog on top of the dugout.
Looking at Lorenzo out on the field warming up his pitching arm, she couldn’t believe she was sitting in these seats, so close to the action on the field. She couldn’t resist taking a picture and texting it over to Lisa. Lifting her hand she counting on each finger: four, three, two, one.
Her phone rang. “Hello.”
Pia heard Lisa laughing. “Bitch.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist taking the picture.”
“How did you manage that seat?”
“I can’t believe I am still stuck up here in the freaken mountains, and you’re sitting there in the best seats in the house using the dugout as your snack table.”
Pia could still hear her friend giggling on the other end of the phone. “When are you coming home?”
“I have to tie up a couple of things. Hopefully I’ll be home in a few days.”
Pia slid her phone back into her pocketbook, and turned her attention back to the playing field. Batting practice was over. Lorenzo stood by the right field fence working his way toward her signing autographs for the fans.
The stadium quickly filled up. Tonight’s game would be crucial for the team to win in order to stay in the wild card position. Lorenzo finished signing autographs and jogged back to the dugout, stopping in front of her.
“Can I have a good luck kiss?”
Before she could answer, he brushed a kiss along her lips, and then walked the dugout steps.
Three hours later, Pia waited in the private restaurant for Lorenzo along with other players’ family and friends. The game had turned into a living nightmare. By the end of the third inning, they were losing eight – nothing and Lorenzo was taken out of the game.
Her heart went out for him. She knew he wanted to make a good appearance, especially with this being the first time she saw him pitch in person. When he was taken out of the game, he glanced over at Pia with a long face. Pia gave him the thumbs up and blew him a kiss. His lips slightly curled up with a smile while he walked down the steps into the dugout.
“No cocktail?” her voice rose in surprise.
“Nope. Never after a bad game.” The bartender placed the glass on the bar and poured the water in. He took a sip. “I got a cortisone shot in my shoulder after the game. Believe me, I’d love to be taking a few shots of tequila after s horrifying game like tonight’s.”
Pia thought for a moment. There was really nothing she could say, but knew she had to say something. She sighed. “It happens.”
“Yes it does, but I don’t want to ruin tonight.” He slid his chair closer to hers.
“I loved the seats,” she giggled. “I’ve never sat that close to the field. I hope I can visit those seats again.
“I enjoyed the game.” Pia leaned back in her chair, feeling his arm against her shoulder. “I love that I was able to see the sweat droplets on your forehead.”
Lorenzo’s eyebrow flew up. “Are you flirting?”
Pia shook her shoulders up and down. “Maybe.”
He chuckled, stood and reached his hand out to her. “You like steak?”
“Yes I do.”
“Perfect. Then Peter Luger’s here we come.”
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