Lindsay's heart nearly jumped out of her throat at the knock on her apartment door. He was only a few minutes early and she was ready, but still hadn't gotten around to untying the knot in her stomach. What am I so worried about? It's not even a date really, just two friends going to a baseball game, right? Such were the thoughts that ran though her mind just before opening the door.
"Hi," she greeted with a smile, letting him inside.
"Hey," he returned, then added, "You ready?"
"Just about," she replied, fetching her purse off of her coffee table.
Danny was dressed in jeans, a Yankee shirt, and a Yankee baseball hat. Lindsay, who had spent forever deciding, had chosen her favorite pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater top that was just a little more seductive than the ones Danny normally saw her in. Damn, why can't she dress like that to work? I mean-
"You look nice," he commented. Understatement of the year.
"Thanks," she said, not failing to notice the heat now present in her cheeks as she turned off a few of the lamps in her living room.
Danny was the perfect gentleman, holding doors open for her as they made their way to his car. Lindsay couldn't help but be surprised. She suddenly felt as though she were a teenager again, what with all the awkward silences whenever one would catch the other looking at them as they drove. She fished around her brain for a topic of conversation.
"So, who's pitching tonight?" she asked.
"Randy Johnson," Danny said with obvious disgust.
Lindsay chuckled, "You just don't like him because he beat you in the World Series in 2001."
"Lousy Diamondbacks," Danny muttered, causing Lindsay to smile; he was cute when he was irritated.
When they reached the stadium and made their way to their seats, Lindsay couldn't help but notice that every time they approached a large crowd, Danny would place his hand protectively on the small of her back. It gave her a tingling sensation in her spine that she would never admit she liked.
The first couple of innings went by without anything more interesting happening besides a couple of base hits on the Yankee's side and a fight between two fans a couple sections away. The seats were in the nosebleed section, but they were down far enough so that they still had a good view. Besides, according to Danny, this was where the real fans sat. Halfway through the third inning, while the giant screen showed enthusiastic fans, Danny looked over at his companion.
"You don't have any spirit," he commented with a smirk.
"Well, there wasn't exactly a reason for me to be a Yankee fan in Montana," she replied. "At least I'm wearing the right colors."
Danny removed his hat from his head and placed it on top of her light brown ringlets. "There. Now you look like a New Yorker," he stated approvingly. She smiled at him and he thought his heart might just melt.
By the top of the fifth, the Yankees were up two to one, which didn't excite Lindsay nearly as much as the fact that Danny's arm was draped casually over the back of her seat. As the first half of the inning came to an end and the players ran to their respective dugouts, the announcer began to speak:
"Okay fans, pucker up, because here comes the Kiss Cam!"
Lindsay watched as various couples smooched and the screen would afterwards show a corresponding video clip. For example, a sweet old couple received a clip of cartoon bears kissing under a rainbow. She laughed along with everyone else when the cameraman was daring enough to focus on a Yankee fan sitting right next to a Red Sox fan. Needless to say, there wasn't much action going on there. However, the smile on her face was quickly replaced with one of shock when she found herself staring at her own face on the screen next to Danny's.
TBC
Dun dun dun. Yes, I know I'm evil to stop right there, but don't worry, the rest is coming soon! Also, being a "Zoni" I just had to include the conversation about Randy (aka Traitor). Anyways, thank you all for the great reviews and I hope you're still enjoying it!