Page 14 of Totally Fanatic

“Exactly.”

Beau arrives with our drinks. “Mango Lush for Levi, Berry Blast for Lion, and a Watermelon Fizz for me. Oh, hey,” he says, noticing Tim as he takes a seat, and Tim immediately stands.

“I really should go. I have practice. I was just stopping in for a smoothie, but it was good to see you again.”

“This is Beau, he works at the club with Levi. Beau, this is Tim,” I say, and Beau’s eyebrows rise a little.

“Oh, so you’re Tim, the amazing Banana Ball player we’ve heard so much about.”

Tim’s brilliant grin falls a little. Does he not think he’s amazing?

“You know, from all the online stories, the media coverage of your games is pretty much constant from now until the end of the season. You played pretty well in the first round, you won, right?”

“They won two games, one against the OG’s,” I say, and Tim rubs the back of his neck with one hand, making the muscles of his arm bulge.

“Well, I better get my order before I’m late for training,” Tim says with a final little grin my way before he heads inside.

“So, that was Tim?” Beau asks, and I nod.

“He seems nice,” Levi adds.

“He is,” I reply and take a sip of my Berry Blast. The tart berries coat my tongue.

“He’s shorter than I expected,” Levi adds, looking at Beau.

“But that accent, woah, so hot. I saw you blushing when he said your name,” Beau says, looking at me.

“I’m just red from working out,” I say, and Beau and Levi exchange glances.

“Sure, that’s the reason,” Beau replies, but before I can try to reassure him, Tim comes back out with his smoothie.

“See you later,” he says, walking past our table to head toward the field.

“Have a great practice,” I call, and his gaze locks with mine for a split second. My stomach does a swirling thing that I don’t exactly hate.

“I better be off, too,” I say, grabbing the helmet and putting it on before slurping back what was left of my smoothie. Mary Beth is opening up today, but she’ll need help with the display.

“Will we see you tomorrow?” Levi asks, and I nod.

“Same time as always.”

***

“The guy’s name is Chad,” Mouse tells me as I sit on the train to Charleston. She’s talking about the guy she finally decided was worthy of this ticket from the numerous messages she got online. The last guy was named Ben, he was in his forties and had been trying to get a ticket since the first tour. The games are all sold out for every tour now, so interest has been high on her listings.

“Cool, and you already sent him the ticket, right?”

“Yep. He was so excited. Oh, and he’s got red hair, and he likes hiking and going to the gym, too.”

“It’s one game, not a date.”

“It’s one game that can still be a date. Seriously, my app idea is awesome. Anyway, he’s from Charleston, so not too far away if you do hit it off and want to meet up again, too.”

“Thanks, Mouse, but I’m okay. I don’t need my sister to get me dates.”

“When was your last one?”

“I don’t know. Oh, there was that guy I met at the vets when Reynolds needed his shots.”

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