Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 80.

By the end of the week I was more than glad to finally start the weekend. But not before I had seen the baseball game with Clark. Giants vs Dodgers, and Clark was for the Giants. Probably because a friend of his played for the Giants. Which also meant better seats at the top of the stadium, it was further away but we had a great view of the whole field.

While I arrived in normal clothes, Clark already had a San Francisco Giants scarf around his neck and was wearing a baseball cap. Definitely better prepared than I was. Because it was evening, which meant it was getting cold and I hadn't thought about a scarf like he had. We got a big bag of popcorn and two soft drinks that didn't last more than 10 minutes before the game started.
"Number 26 was your friend, right?" I questioned, watching the number throw a ball. But that was the only thing I could make out, and of course the colours of their clothes, getting a glimpse of their faces on the other hand was not possible unless the camera filmed them and they were shown on the huge screen in the back corner of the field.
"Yeah, great guy, but sucks with women." He explained, following the game attentively.
"Why?" I questioned. He hesitated before answering.
"He is a loner, has a one-night stand with a new girl every week. So no, I'm not going to introduce you to him." I laughed, looking from Clark back down to the pitch.
"That's fine. I'm happily married." I held up my ring finger, adoring the small diamond over and over again while he smiled, then gave me a quick glance that he didn't think I noticed.

After a short pause he then asked "how was work today?" And I told him all about how Reez almost made an extra cry today who just couldn't stop looking at the camera during a scene where she could only have been seen for two seconds at most anyway. Still, it was good to talk to someone about work since Tom and I barely found time to talk on the phone, and depending on when I got home today, it would be difficult again.

"I don't know how you survive with that drama queen. Even Marissa can't always agree with Reez, and she's the boss of all drama queens." He said, chuckling as he thought of the two of them.
"How do you and Marissa know eachother again?" Marissa was the 46 year old screenwriter and as Reez had already introduced Clark, she had dragged Clark onto the set. Yet I had no clue about their backgrounds and how they even knew each other.
"I'll tell you sometime else." He replied, not seeming like he wanted to talk about it now, but that was fine. I didn't need to know everything about him right away. In fact, I didn't even want to have anything to do with him, and yet I found myself watching a baseball game with him. To which Tom had said nothing more than "alright, have fun" when I told him. Whether he was really as alright as he pretended to be, I didn't know.

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick!" It was almost half time and I wanted to go now, when there wouldn't be such a long queue. The drink in my stomach made my bladder quiver.

Clark nodded and I made my way to the toilet, already having to wait in line for ten minutes before I could even get to it. The room stank of urine and you couldn't call it clean either. I hardly wanted to know what the men's room must look like. So I was glad when I finally got out, but was quickly blocked by a man probably my age as I wanted to go back outside.
"Hey." He started, and already smirked before I could answer. "Enjoying the game?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah." I said. Having no idea who was winning and who loosing. "It's... Intriguing."

The strange man nodded and took a step closer. There was still distance between us, but not enough for me to feel comfortable. My palms were sweating, my gaze was searching and my thoughts were racing. Not that I was usually afraid to talk to strangers, but this guy in particular gave me the creeps with the way his features wore his face.

With bushy eyebrows, blemished skin that looked a lot like drug use, and chapped lips. This guy was a walking red flag and I knew better than to throw myself at him.
"It really is." Cheers came from the field, he didn't move an inch. "Dodgers are doing great out there!" He added, the jersey he wore also let me know that he was a Dodgers fan while I was supporting the Giants with Clark.