Saturday (Timeless Series #6) by E. L. Todd

Author:E. L. Todd [Todd, E. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fallen Publishing
Published: 2016-05-02T23:00:00+00:00

The Warriors

Kyle

When I picked her up she was wearing a Stephen Curry jersey with a Warriors baseball cap. She looked cute, to say the least. She wore dark skinny jeans under her jersey, and Nike running shoes were on her feet.

“I’m really digging the sporty outfits you wear.”

“You don’t think people will give us a hard time?” she asked. “You know, because I’m not rooting for The Mets?”

“Who cares?” I asked. “Let’s do what we want and worry about it later.”

She buckled a fanny pack around her waist and walked out.

I eyed the dark green bag with a raised eyebrow. “A fanny pack?”

“Yeah, they are so convenient,” she said. “Hands free.” She locked the door behind her and walked down the hall beside me.

I tried not to laugh. It was dorky but cute at the same time.

She caught the look. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You think it’s lame?”

“Actually, I think it’s cute—on you.”

“A basketball game is no place for a purse—or a clutch.”

We took a cab to the stadium then walked inside. I got great seats three rows back. We were right behind The Warriors’ bench. We’d get a great view of everything—and all the players.

“Shit, these seats are incredible.” She’d never been so enthused over anything in my presence. Her eyes were bigger than golf balls, and she took in the scene like it was the coolest thing in the world. “I can’t believe I’m here. I’ve always wanted to come to a game.”

“It’s pretty exciting.” Her happiness was infectious. I liked this side of her—the happy and carefree one. If she relaxed more often every day could be this way. “Want something to eat? A beer?”

“A beer and a chili dog would be perfect.”

“Great. I’ll be right back.” I left the chair and scooted down the aisle.

She opened her fanny pack to get some cash.

“I’m not taking anything from you.” I kept walking so I wouldn’t have to listen to her protests. She could label it however she wanted, but as far as I was concerned this was a date.

***

The Warriors won—which was what I was hoping for.

“I can’t believe that last shot Curry made.” She walked beside me down the sidewalk. We would have gotten a cab on the way home but the streets were congested with cars. Everyone was trying to get out at the same time. “The ball just flies in there like a magnet.”

“It’s pretty incredible.”

“And it’s even more crazy that he does it at the last minute. He literally has one second to prepare for the shot. I swear, it’s all muscle memory with him. His body just knows how to play the game. Incredible.”

All of people passed us on the sidewalk, talking loudly and drunk from the game. I stuck close to her side so no one would bump into her by mistake. I was listening to every word she said but I was also focused on getting us out of there. “His dad was a basketball player. He probably learned a lot from him.”

“I wish I was good at sports.

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