I step out onto the cement steps and down the small flight to the sidewalk and I shake my head while tsk tsking.

"Oh, Paul."

"Oh, Jaims. What am I going to do with you, love?" he responds as he fixes the flat collar on his jacket and he now stands at my side with his dark shades on again and I smile at him while we look at each other.

"You're just going to have to deal with me."

"Unfortunately, I think you're right." he agrees and I playfully punch him in the arm and he chuckles and waves his hand to follow me after he started to walk.

"Would you please stop walking so fast?" I call after him as I'm a few steps behind the fast walker and he looks over his shoulder at me.

"Then walk faster, you slow poke!" he replies and I groan loudly while I try to catch up to him and he stops for me and I sigh when I get up to him and he winks at me before we resume our walking, now side by side.

He keeps an eye on me as I keep up to him and we cross a small intersection with the traffic waits for our legs to get to the other side and onto the sidewalk.

"I'm going to get lost in all of this bloody traffic and with you walking so damn fast, you know!" I tell him in frustration and he stops and turns to me with a grin.

"Hello, Ms. Potty Mouth," he pokes fun at me and I sigh with no smile and he nods and extends his right arm that I'm confused by. "You're supposed to link your arm with mine so I don't lose you in this big town, you know."

I nod my head with a relieved smile and I link my left arm with his right arm that is deposited in his pant's pocket and we get back to walking.

"Why didn't we take a bus or drive?" I ask after a minute and he rears me around the corner.

"I enjoy a nice walk sometimes, don't you?" he responds with his eyes on me and I agree with him.

I huff a few minutes later of getting tired of this busy walking and now the temperature has dropped some and I find my arms to have little goosebumps covering them. Paul shows us around another turn and then I hear the loud voice of the announcer and the roaring crowd coming from the stadium and my eyebrows fall.

"Annnd the ball is out of the park! That's a home run for.." the team's name gets drowned out by the honking of cars and then we walk up to the entrance to the stadium, quite to my surprise.

"Paul, what about the show?" I ask as we now approach the person who sells the tickets and he winks at me and puts a finger to his lips before he pulls out his wallet.

"Two tickets, please." he states and he places the bill, however small or big it is since I didn't catch a good glimpse of it, in the employees hand and then takes our tickets from their extended hand.

"It's looking to be in favor for the home team as of right now, since they're ahead by now. I hope you lot enjoy it." the cashier tells us and we both smile at him before entering and then I turn to Paul.

"What's going on?" I query as we continue to walk and we soon enter a gate and find a pair of plastic, blue seats to sit in with a few seats separating us from the other people watching the big game that a lot of Brits seem to be a big fan of.

"Watching a baseball game, what'd yah think?" Paul replies after he had handed my ticket and we both stuffed them away and I let go of his arm.

"We're going to miss your show... Wait I'm missing something here, aren't I?" I stop myself in the middle of my sentence and the man sitting next to me still with those sunglasses over his light eyes nods with a smirk grazing his lips.

"You've only figured it out now, love?"

"Hey!" I object and he giggles and pats my hand affectionately to make up for the comment and I shake my head with a sigh and sit back in the chair. I haven't been to this familiar place for years and it feels so good to be here, it's like I'm back home.

"They have popcorn and those kind of foods here, right? I'm starving. How about you, are you too, dear?" he comments as the inning has ended and the teams switch sides and I nod my head and I get up from my chair and he follows after me.

I lead him over to the concessions where there is a counter with employees behind waiting on the few customers in line and I notice that Paul's eyes find the menu behind the counter.

"Did you have din before I came over?" he questions and I shake my head which he seems surprised at.

"What, why didn't you?"

"I usually make something for myself when I get hungry and I eat it alone in my room." I respond and he shoots me a warm smile that I return.

I glance to the menu and I inhale the familiar smell of buttery popcorn and hot dogs and I hear the sounds of bottles of soda being opened and the hustle of voices.

"Uh, I'll have a large Coke, a bag of popcorn and a box of those crackerjacks, for the two of us." Paul orders while I stand next to him looking around at people waking in and out from the game to use the loo, cure their sudden fever of munchies or to buy some memorabilia from the stand across the hall where a man sells t shirts, pins, baseballs and pictures of the home team.

"Love, are you comin'?" Paul brings me out from my thoughts and I turn to see him holding a bag of popcorn, the soda and a box of crackerjacks. I nod and take the bag of popcorn from him to ease his full arms and we return to our seats.

My eyes and attention were focused on the scene playing out in front of me, literally, of the two teams playing and the opposing team's fans cheer when a player of their hits a single and brings in the player on third base who scores, when Paul spoke to me. Nice RBI, "I'm sorry for lying to you about there being a show, love, when there isn't one. It's my day off actually. Anyways I didn't mean to, but I wanted it to be a surprise and all, you know?" he apologizes and I groan at them scoring and I look to him and nod my head slowly. Although I've basically forgiven him, I admit that I don't like it when people lie, but oh well.

I had a blast with Paul for the rest of the game, even though he was kind of confused at how the game works. While we shared all of the food and the one soft drink, awkward alert, I explained to him who are the good players, who are the lousy players and what just happened when he was confused why people were cheering or booing. I would describe to him what a single, double and a triple is since he knows what a home run is quite well and after it all made more sense to him he got more into cheering, and then we left after the home team had ended the ninth inning with a victory.

"I gotta be honest, I never pegged you for the kind of girl who is mad about baseball." Paul remarks as we walk on the sidewalk away from the now mostly dead stadium back to I assume his place or to mine, I'm not really sure, and we both toss the remnants of our makeshift dinner that I thanked him for buying earlier.

"I guess you learned something new today, huh?" I reply as my arm is looped with his again and I stay a bit closer to his since its dark now. You never know just what you should expect on the streets of London when it's dark and nine o'clock.

"You're right about that. I've learned a lot today, about you, and I also met a new friend. A real lovely girl who's fun, pretty, nice and who is a real mate." he comments and I give him a small smile with my blushing cheeks and then I look away and it disappears. No matter if you like like a guy, I mean that you have a crush on them, I don't think it's really what you wanna hear when a guy says that you're a mate, or a friend.

As for if I have feelings for Paul or not, that will maybe or maybe not come later. You'll just have to see and live through the suspense. Don't you love waiting? Yeah, so do I. Not.

Paul pulls us to around the corner and I follow him up to his flat where I see a light to be on through the windows and I suddenly wonder why that would be. Hmm.

AN: Thoughts? I hope you liked it!