Myself - Chapter 4 - Part XXVI

“Who ever could that have been?” Bugsy said. “Oh, by the way, Cabrera’s on first.”

“I’m meeting her in half an hour. Whose turn is it to go?”

Bugsy was sprawled across the couch. “You can go.”

“You’d rather stay here and watch the Phillies die slowly than see the girl you love?”

“Things will change once they get to the Marlins’ bullpen.”

This struck me as entirely odd, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue with myself. “Alright, I’ll be back later.”

“Are you going to get flowers?”

“Well, is this a date?”

“Didn’t you just ask her?”

“I didn’t get a clear answer.”

“It can’t hurt.”

“Why are we so obsessed with flowers?”

“Cabrera just stole second.”

“Bye.”