Page 26 of Totally Fanatic

“Please, he’s totally gorgeous. And he likes cats and Banana Ball and working out.”

“You seem really into this Colin guy.”

“I thought you would be into him. Or at least into him enough for a wham bam, thank you, man.”

“You are so weird.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Whatever, Colin was a bust, okay. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“How about you give the ticket to a woman next time?”

“Colin was that bad he turned you straight?”

“No, but I don’t need to be setup on blind hookup dates by my sister. I just want to watch the game.”

“You mean you just want to watch your Banana Baller, Tim Sage.”

“He hit a home run tonight. Did you see? Were you watching online?”

“I didn’t, but that’s cool.”

“I told him he would, and he did. I’m totally his good luck charm.”

“Tell me I’ll win the lottery, let’s test that theory.”

“How would telling you to win the lottery help Tim?”

“It wouldn’t doofus, it would help me.”

“Oh, sure, fine, win the lottery.”

“No, you have to say I will win the lottery.”

“But I don’t know that you’ll win.”

I hear her sigh. She must be tired. It is getting late, and if I am going to catch Tim before he makes plans with the guys, I need to message him now. I might already be too late.

“Look, sis. I have to go, chat in a few days. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I send Tim a direct message.

LION: Hey, I heard there is a great barbeque place not far from the stadium. Want to check it out?

The status of his profile doesn’t show him online. In fact, it shows he hasn’t been online for six hours. Normally he’s replying to messages less than an hour before a game, but not tonight. I wait outside the stadium, scrolling through posts andsharing and commenting while I wait for Tim to reply. It was so cool to see him hit the home run. I knew he could do it.

A few guys come out of the gate laughing, and I look to see if Tim is with them. He’s not. It’s just a few fans stumbling out after one too many drinks. Thankfully, a taxi pulls up a few seconds later, and they climb in.

I check my messages again. Still nothing. Why hasn’t he messaged me yet? He normally comments on at least one of my posts by now, and tonight, he got the home run he was doubting he could get. I shared video and photos of it on all my logins, but there is nothing from him on any of them.

I rest against the wall, the cool brick draining heat from my back and sending a chill up my spine. I’m sure he’s just caught up in the excitement of the night with the team. They probably have team traditions after a night like that. The stadium is eerily quiet, and my stomach grumbling echoes through the cold air. One last check. Still nothing. Okay. It’s no big deal. He’ll message me later.

I bring up the map to Red’s Barbeque and start walking. I at least need to eat something. Besides, if it’s good, I can tell Tim to check it out when he has time, maybe after the next game.

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