Friday after work, Matt caught a ride to the Diamond with Roxie. By the time they reached the field, the first game was already underway and Matt waited in line anxiously for a ticket. “I don’t know why we have to pay when we’re on one of the teams,” he grumbled, forking over a twenty.
Roxie elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s for charity, cheapskate. Can you spot me? I left my purse at the gym.”
Matt glared at her a moment, then slid a ten across the counter to the cashier, as well. “Wait,” he said, taking his tickets. “You drove. Where’s your license?”
“In my purse,” Roxie replied. She plucked her ticket from his hand before he could object. “As long as I don’t get stopped, it shouldn’t be a problem, no?”
“The way you drive?” Matt stepped quickly out of line to avoid another jab in th
