somewhere that felt like miles away and parking there. They walked forever
and Arabella was glad she’d worn jeans, a plain long-sleeved shirt to keep
the glaring sun off of her skin, a ballcap to shade her face, and sneakers.
The lines to get in were crazy. Arabella wasn’t much of a crowds person,
but June navigated her way to the section where they were supposed to
enter. She’d been doing it for years, Arabella figured. It was still more than
hot to see June taking the lead and charging ahead so confidently. Arabella
expected that at work, but June outside of work was just as hot.
And no, not just because she kept getting a really nice view of June’s
bottom in those tight skinny jeans she had on. She’d chosen sneakers as
well, and for once, Arabella wasn’t sure if they were from the company’s
athletic line or not. She thought they were, but she wasn’t really studying
June’s feet. Thankfully, Summer never turned around to notice. She was
happy to walk beside June and leave Arabella to eat her dust.
Summer wanted a corndog and a drink—she said that was classic
baseball fare. They lined up and at the last minute, she changed her mind,
opting for popcorn because June got some and it smelled divine. Arabella
got a salted pretzel with cheese sauce. It was the biggest piece of dough
she’d ever seen.
The seats weren’t good, but they weren’t terrible either. The stadium was
huge, and even though Arabella had felt the press at the start when they
were trying to get in, seated, the atmosphere became electric.
They still had half an hour before the game started. Summer dove into
her popcorn and June munched on hers. June was between them,
effortlessly keeping Summer from losing her mind about getting her bestie
outing interrupted.
Everything was going as smoothly as it could until Summer asked the
one question Arabella had expected her to ask the entire time. Summer
didn’t really have a filter, so Arabella figured it was coming.
“How come she’s here?” Summer indicated Arabella, who was dipping a