Page 21 of Totally Fanatic

No plans with the guys. Going to shower, then I’ll be free. Just shoot me the address of the bodega and I can meet you guys there.

I quickly reply.

LION: Sorry, I was working. Bodega isn’t far, did you want to meet me here? I still have to help Mary Beth close up.

The three dots appear instantly.

TIM: Sounds good, see you soon.

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“So you landed a new trick play?” I ask as we walk toward the bodega. His face lights up as he goes on to explain it.

“I spin a full three-sixty, catch the ball on the way around, then dip forward in another spin before sending the ball right down to either the pitcher or one of the basemen depending on who needs the ball.”

“Sounds amazing. I hope you get to do it over the weekend. The OG’s play first this round, right?”

“Yep, I’m only playing in Sunday’s game. Animal Control play an OG team on night two.”

“I’ll be at all three. I booked a BnB not far from the stadium and Mouse is cat sitting.”

“Is that such a good idea?”

“Is what a good idea?”

“For your cats to be looked after by a mouse?”

“Mouse is great with cats. She had a cat of her own when we were little. It ran away. At least that’s what Mom told us.”

Tim nudges my side a little and smirks up at me. He’s at least a head shorter than I am, and I’m pretty sure if I hugged him, his head would rest right over my heart. But I won’t hug him to make sure.

“I’m starving. Are the guys meeting us there?”

“Oh, they canceled.”

“Oh.”

“They do that sometimes.”

“Umm, okay. Is the bodega far away?”

“Nope. I actually thought you weren’t coming, too. I was going to just get takeaway and head home. But we can eat there if you want.”

“Sure, or we could walk and eat.”

“I can do that.”

We round the corner onto Alebermain Street, and Tim laughs.

“The bodega is Bronson’s?”

“Yeah, have you eaten here? They have the best relish.”

“I’ve been once or twice, yeah. It’s great.”

Bronson’s is the best bodega in Savannah, and it’s set up underneath an old apartment building. The line tonight isn’t too long, and we order and are back outside in a few minutes, unwrapping the end of the bagel burger I ordered. It’s so good. Why anyone would want any other kind of bread for their burgeris beyond me. The toasted bagel is perfect, and the little hole almost totally closes up when it’s been squashed in the toaster thing. Perfect.

“Tim?” someone says, and we turn to find Duckie and Ian coming out of the apartment building next door.

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