Malone
“You want a water?" I ask as we're nearing the top of the fourth inning. The sun has angled in a way it's not roasting us anymore, but I'm so thirsty I could drink the day-old water bottle sitting in my car right now.
“Yeah." She reaches into her pocket to hand me some money.
“I got it, you want anything else?"
“Nah, the food makes me sick when I get hot." She shakes her head, clapping as the team gets a hit.
Throwing my purse around my neck so that it lays across my body, I get up and navigate my way through the aisle. Some guy whistles as I stick my cut-off covered ass in his face by accident, and I turn around, giving him an evil eye. “In your dreams."
“In every single one of them." He gives me a wink, licking his lips, his stare suggestive.
“Everything good here?" The d
