“I got you something,” Brandon handed you a gift bag. You open it and pull out a Cardinals baseball cap. “Now you have something to wear to the game.”
You try it on, fitting it over your ponytail. “Thanks!”
“It looks good on you,” Brandon smiles.
“I don’t know if I can wear this; you know my heart belongs to the Cubs,” you joke as you take the hat off.
“Just because you’re from Chicago doesn’t mean you have to like the Cubs. Besides, you don’t even like baseball,” Brandon says as he helps you into his truck.
“I’ve never been to a baseball game before.” You say shyly.
“That’s okay, I’ll tell you what’s happening,” he smiled, and as you drove to the stadium, he gave brief outline of how baseball works.
“This seems more complicated than hockey,” you say after you get through the ticket line. You hold his hand tightly so you don’t get separated in the crowd as you find your seats.
“It’s not that complicated,” he laughs and smiles back at your skeptical reaction.
“More confusing, and more boring than hockey,” you say as you look out over the field.
“Hey, it’s not boring; it hasn’t even started yet. Why don’t I get us some beer and we can split a pretzel and then we’ll see how much you like baseball,” he suggests.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that, Bollig. Beer will not make me like baseball,” you tease as he gets up.
“We’ll see about that, (Y/N)!” He smiles slyly.
When he returns, he hands you a beer and an ice cream cone and kisses you on the cheek.
“Beer may not make you like baseball, but what about ice cream?” he raises his eyebrows questioningly.
“You know me too well,” You laugh and dive into your already melting ice cream.
A couple innings (and beers) later, you are curled up against Brandon, and, surprisingly, smiling.
“So, maybe baseball isn’t so bad. It isn’t that entertaining, but it’s a perfectly normal reason to drink on a Saturday afternoon and eat way too many soft pretzels,” you smile up at Brandon.
“So you’re happy now?” He asks.
“Yes, thank you for bringing me, and putting up with all of my dumb questions about baseball,” you giggle at the recent memory of having to ask him three different times what a short stop was. “Sorry if I was annoying.”
“Annoying? I thought it was cute! I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my Saturday than going to a Cardinals game with my girl,” he leaned in and kissed you gently.
-Lila
