How She Came Home

Chapter Six

Saturday rolled around with overcast skies and the muggy closeness that made Becca feel like she couldn't breathe, although that might have just been the panic of trying to choose an outfit for a baseball game.

Having never watched a game before, Becca wasn't overly excited about the match, and her knowledge of how the game worked could have barely filled a teaspoon, but she'd done her research the night before so she could at least follow along and understand Freen's excitement for it.

Mostly, she was just looking forward to seeing Freen again, their lunchtime coffee on Wednesday feeling far too long ago for her liking.

She insisted on having her driver take them to the game this time, to skip the trouble of looking for parking, and they pulled up outside Mind's apartment in the sleek black towncar to find Freen outside, leaning against the brick wall with a shirt over her arm.

Becca opened the back door and poked her head out, a smile on her face as she lifted her sunglasses. "Freen!"

Attention caught, Freen's eyebrows rose as she pushed off the wall, loping towards the car and slipping inside. Shutting the door behind her, she buckled in as she looked at the driver in the front seat with mild surprise.

"You weren't kidding about the driver, huh?" she smiled at Becca before leaning as far through the open partition so she could greet the driver.

Watching with thinly veiled amusement, Becca raised her eyebrows as Freen settled down on her seat, "how're you?"

"Excited," Freen grinned, gesturing to her outfit, a white shirt with navy blue piping, emblazoned with a logo of a shark. 

She was wearing a matching blue cap and Becca couldn't help but smile. "I even stole my sister's jersey so you... could match."

She held up the shirt that she'd brought with her, an identical copy to the one she was wearing, which Becca took to mean they were the official uniform of the National City Sharks. 

With a mild look of amusement, Becca reached out and took the shirt, holding it up to eye it before she smiled and slid the partition up. 

She'd decided on a pair of cropped jeans and loafers, with a plain white shirt, and Becca quickly unbuttoned her shirt, catching a glimpse of Freen's mouth clamping shut as she quickly busied herself looking out the window.

Fighting back a smile, Becca slipped the shirt off and the baseball jersey on, buttoning it up and turning to Freen, leaning across the empty middle seat. 

"How do I look?"

Turning back around, Freen smiled brightly, her cheeks still faintly pink and set the blue baseball cap on Becca's dark head, tugging it down snugly and fixing her hair. 

"Perfect."

Smiling to herself, Becca leant across the seat and whispered, "you too."

Not only for the satisfaction of seeing Freen's cheeks redden further, but because she meant it. 

With a quiet laugh, Becca hesitantly touched the back of Freen's hand, wondering to herself if it was okay to do so, if she would know that Becca wasn't teasing her, only enjoyed the flustered look on Freen's face.

"I like it when you blush like that," Becca admitted after a moment, a pleased smile spreading across her face as she teased her. "Are you embarrassed?"

"I- no," Freen scoffed, "trust me, in the army... you see everything . I just didn't want to stare."

"Well that's the first time I've heard that."