Batter Up—Chapter 9
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I've heard that saying 'let love take its course', or something like that, I don't know, I don't really pay attention to things such as that, but I do know that an adage like that it completely wrong. I mean seriously, what if love has no course? Then what are we going to do? Let it go nowhere? Or what if it's on a self destructive path heading straight for hell? Are we supposed to just sit back and watch as it throws itself away? I think not. Isn't that the point of life, or something? To love? So, if we let it just slip away by acting like some passive aggressive, excuse my French, ass, then what are we here for? What kind of people are we?
No, I say. We must sometimes help love along its course, and sometimes, we even have to create the very course upon which it runs. And only pansies run away from that kind of a challenge.
But, I digress. We're not here to talk about love's course; we'll save that for another story. This is, by all means, a love story, but it's not traditional. It's not destiny or fate or even that fat little man cupid, it's humanistic. It's me creating destiny—creating fate—playing cupid. And, my friends, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
So, there I sat, awaiting the arrival of my modern fairytale—or baseball game, as it were, and whom should I see but the man that has made things so complicated for me. In he walked, and in he strolled, precisely to my table, and took a seat across from me.
He smiled.
Damn him, I hated that smile so much because I loved it so much.
"Hey." He says casually.
"Hey." I reply casually, gently mocking him.
"How are you?"
"I'm great, thanks—and yourself?" Was I great? I don't know... but he made me feel great.
"I'm wonderful, thank you. Just waiting for a little ball game to begin here." He smiled.
"See, now, here's what I've been thinking. Why have you insisted so much on coming to see this game?"
"Oh come on! It's Corday and Romano... it's Cordano... I've just got to see what's going on. Why do you ask?" "It's just that I never really pictured you as a baseball man."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep."
"What DID you picture me as?"
"I had you pegged for water polo...or just regular polo."
He laughed at that. "Uh-huh. Very funny."
"I thought so."
There was a momentary lapse in conversation as I noticed one of my batters arriving. Hm, it feels weird to refer to them as my "batters", and I feel as though maybe I'm taking the baseball analogy a little too far, but to be honest, I really don't care. She casually walked up to where the hostess was, familiar with the routine by now.
She was led to the table dubbed the "O'Grady" table—though everyone short of the hostess knew that O'Grady wouldn't be there tonight. But only my companion and I knew that he didn't really exist.
And as she was seated, I saw Romano walk in to the restaurant, also familiar with the routine. He spotted Corday and walked over to her—smiling. He was always doing that now, smiling. He'd not really done it before, and now, it was so odd to see it so often. I'm sure people at work wondered if he was doped up or something, but I knew the real reason. L-O-V-E. And you can bet your butt I take full credit, albeit silently, for that smile.
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"Hello Lizzie!" he exclaimed.
"Hi, Robert." She said as he took his seat.
"How are you on this fine September evening?"
She laughed "I'm well, Robert, and yourself?"
"I am doing wonderfully well!"
"Oh really, and why is that?" She asked, admittedly curious.
'Because I'm here, with you.' He said in his mind, but voiced: "I just had a very thrilling surgery." He stated. "Oh really, what procedure?"
He went on to explain it in detail, and Elizabeth couldn't help but be near enthrallment, it was not everyday that a surgery like that came around. "Wow—congratulations Robert, that's incredibly exciting."
He smiled "I know. I tried to get you in on it, but you'd already left."
"Oh, I thank you for the consideration."
"Anytime."
They smiled as the waiter approached them to take their orders.
They ordered, and Robert laughed as he said "I don't feel remotely bad this time about ordering before dear Dr. O'Grady shows up—I doubt he'll grace us with his presence."
"Yes, that is doubtful. Why, then, have we even come?"
He considered this for a moment before replying "Maybe it's the tenacity we both have, it's as though we have some subconscious will making us come here every night."
She smiled "Perhaps. But, that's not why I come."
Robert suddenly got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach—he was nervous as he asked "It's not?" he nearly stuttered, finding it hard to find his words.
"No." she said simply.
She was going to make him ask. "Why do YOU come Elizabeth?"
She smiled at him—there were so many directions she could go with this one. There was the truth, because he was here, there was the joke, and then, there was the entendre. So many decisions and yet, so little time.
She didn't know where she wanted it to go, but she opted for the entendre "That, Robert, is a secret" she said in a low voice.
His expression was priceless. This was not what he'd been expecting. But he didn't lose her meaning. He hadn't even thought of it that way, and now that he did, a small blush crept over his face—which never happened.
She smiled, seeing the effect of her comment, and reveling in the fact that this must have been one of the few times that Robert had EVER blushed, and enjoying the fact that she had, indeed, been the cause of it.
He couldn't find his voice—so he cleared his throat. Wow. That was so not what he was expecting, but that's not saying he didn't like it.
He took a deep breath, and said "Well, provided Dr. O'Grady doesn't show up, as planned, perhaps I can find out."
She didn't blush at this—she had steeled herself for fear of retribution, instead, she continued on her path of innuendo "Perhaps." And with that, she excused herself to the restroom, leaving Romano alone with a brooding mind, and shocked expression.
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I turned to my companion and caught his eye.
"Did you see that?" he asked me.
"No, I missed it." I replied sarcastically.
"Romano actually blushed." He was in shock.
"Yeah, wow. Talk about feats I thought were impossible." I was shocked too.
"Seriously." Was all he could manage, and I don't blame him in the slightest. Corday had made Romano blush.
I'd never before seen such a sight... I'd never before deemed such a sight possible. But, alas, it was. And wow—was it amazing! But I couldn't help but wonder what she said to provoke such an effect. I asked my companion.
"I have no idea." He stated.
Yeah, neither did I. There was nothing I could think of that, I believed, could have made Romano blush. Even if he was totally unprepared for it, I would think it would still be impossible. But, I guess not.
And then, I forgot that we're dealing with love here. It makes fools of us all. But, hey, I don't care if Romano blushes, so long as my plan's working, which it so very obviously is. And once again, I'm forced to say—Damn, I'm good.
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Elizabeth made her way back to the table, still very amused at the previous encounter she'd had with Robert. While she was in the bathroom, she'd given herself a pat on the back for achieving what she, along with everyone else, thought to be the utterly impossible. She'd made Robert Romano blush—surely she'd go down in history as one of the only, if not the only, individuals that could actually achieve such a thing. She felt proud, and her smile was radiant as she sat down, stating the very obvious "I'm back."
"So I noticed." He said, taking a sip of his water. He'd wiped the shocked expression off of his face, and was hell bent on vengeance "So, couldn't wait until after dinner, huh?"
At first she didn't catch his meaning—but soon, she did. She smiled seductively, deciding to play along, rather than let him affect her—or at least let him KNOW he was affecting her. "No, I couldn't."
He was shocked to see her like this—so innuendo throwing... it was great. He hardly remembered a time when anyone, let alone Elizabeth Corday, had carried on with him in this manner.
Yes, he certainly liked it.
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Natalie!
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I've heard that saying 'let love take its course', or something like that, I don't know, I don't really pay attention to things such as that, but I do know that an adage like that it completely wrong. I mean seriously, what if love has no course? Then what are we going to do? Let it go nowhere? Or what if it's on a self destructive path heading straight for hell? Are we supposed to just sit back and watch as it throws itself away? I think not. Isn't that the point of life, or something? To love? So, if we let it just slip away by acting like some passive aggressive, excuse my French, ass, then what are we here for? What kind of people are we?
No, I say. We must sometimes help love along its course, and sometimes, we even have to create the very course upon which it runs. And only pansies run away from that kind of a challenge.
But, I digress. We're not here to talk about love's course; we'll save that for another story. This is, by all means, a love story, but it's not traditional. It's not destiny or fate or even that fat little man cupid, it's humanistic. It's me creating destiny—creating fate—playing cupid. And, my friends, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.
So, there I sat, awaiting the arrival of my modern fairytale—or baseball game, as it were, and whom should I see but the man that has made things so complicated for me. In he walked, and in he strolled, precisely to my table, and took a seat across from me.
He smiled.
Damn him, I hated that smile so much because I loved it so much.
"Hey." He says casually.
"Hey." I reply casually, gently mocking him.
"How are you?"
"I'm great, thanks—and yourself?" Was I great? I don't know... but he made me feel great.
"I'm wonderful, thank you. Just waiting for a little ball game to begin here." He smiled.
"See, now, here's what I've been thinking. Why have you insisted so much on coming to see this game?"
"Oh come on! It's Corday and Romano... it's Cordano... I've just got to see what's going on. Why do you ask?" "It's just that I never really pictured you as a baseball man."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep."
"What DID you picture me as?"
"I had you pegged for water polo...or just regular polo."
He laughed at that. "Uh-huh. Very funny."
"I thought so."
There was a momentary lapse in conversation as I noticed one of my batters arriving. Hm, it feels weird to refer to them as my "batters", and I feel as though maybe I'm taking the baseball analogy a little too far, but to be honest, I really don't care. She casually walked up to where the hostess was, familiar with the routine by now.
She was led to the table dubbed the "O'Grady" table—though everyone short of the hostess knew that O'Grady wouldn't be there tonight. But only my companion and I knew that he didn't really exist.
And as she was seated, I saw Romano walk in to the restaurant, also familiar with the routine. He spotted Corday and walked over to her—smiling. He was always doing that now, smiling. He'd not really done it before, and now, it was so odd to see it so often. I'm sure people at work wondered if he was doped up or something, but I knew the real reason. L-O-V-E. And you can bet your butt I take full credit, albeit silently, for that smile.
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"Hello Lizzie!" he exclaimed.
"Hi, Robert." She said as he took his seat.
"How are you on this fine September evening?"
She laughed "I'm well, Robert, and yourself?"
"I am doing wonderfully well!"
"Oh really, and why is that?" She asked, admittedly curious.
'Because I'm here, with you.' He said in his mind, but voiced: "I just had a very thrilling surgery." He stated. "Oh really, what procedure?"
He went on to explain it in detail, and Elizabeth couldn't help but be near enthrallment, it was not everyday that a surgery like that came around. "Wow—congratulations Robert, that's incredibly exciting."
He smiled "I know. I tried to get you in on it, but you'd already left."
"Oh, I thank you for the consideration."
"Anytime."
They smiled as the waiter approached them to take their orders.
They ordered, and Robert laughed as he said "I don't feel remotely bad this time about ordering before dear Dr. O'Grady shows up—I doubt he'll grace us with his presence."
"Yes, that is doubtful. Why, then, have we even come?"
He considered this for a moment before replying "Maybe it's the tenacity we both have, it's as though we have some subconscious will making us come here every night."
She smiled "Perhaps. But, that's not why I come."
Robert suddenly got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach—he was nervous as he asked "It's not?" he nearly stuttered, finding it hard to find his words.
"No." she said simply.
She was going to make him ask. "Why do YOU come Elizabeth?"
She smiled at him—there were so many directions she could go with this one. There was the truth, because he was here, there was the joke, and then, there was the entendre. So many decisions and yet, so little time.
She didn't know where she wanted it to go, but she opted for the entendre "That, Robert, is a secret" she said in a low voice.
His expression was priceless. This was not what he'd been expecting. But he didn't lose her meaning. He hadn't even thought of it that way, and now that he did, a small blush crept over his face—which never happened.
She smiled, seeing the effect of her comment, and reveling in the fact that this must have been one of the few times that Robert had EVER blushed, and enjoying the fact that she had, indeed, been the cause of it.
He couldn't find his voice—so he cleared his throat. Wow. That was so not what he was expecting, but that's not saying he didn't like it.
He took a deep breath, and said "Well, provided Dr. O'Grady doesn't show up, as planned, perhaps I can find out."
She didn't blush at this—she had steeled herself for fear of retribution, instead, she continued on her path of innuendo "Perhaps." And with that, she excused herself to the restroom, leaving Romano alone with a brooding mind, and shocked expression.
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I turned to my companion and caught his eye.
"Did you see that?" he asked me.
"No, I missed it." I replied sarcastically.
"Romano actually blushed." He was in shock.
"Yeah, wow. Talk about feats I thought were impossible." I was shocked too.
"Seriously." Was all he could manage, and I don't blame him in the slightest. Corday had made Romano blush.
I'd never before seen such a sight... I'd never before deemed such a sight possible. But, alas, it was. And wow—was it amazing! But I couldn't help but wonder what she said to provoke such an effect. I asked my companion.
"I have no idea." He stated.
Yeah, neither did I. There was nothing I could think of that, I believed, could have made Romano blush. Even if he was totally unprepared for it, I would think it would still be impossible. But, I guess not.
And then, I forgot that we're dealing with love here. It makes fools of us all. But, hey, I don't care if Romano blushes, so long as my plan's working, which it so very obviously is. And once again, I'm forced to say—Damn, I'm good.
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Elizabeth made her way back to the table, still very amused at the previous encounter she'd had with Robert. While she was in the bathroom, she'd given herself a pat on the back for achieving what she, along with everyone else, thought to be the utterly impossible. She'd made Robert Romano blush—surely she'd go down in history as one of the only, if not the only, individuals that could actually achieve such a thing. She felt proud, and her smile was radiant as she sat down, stating the very obvious "I'm back."
"So I noticed." He said, taking a sip of his water. He'd wiped the shocked expression off of his face, and was hell bent on vengeance "So, couldn't wait until after dinner, huh?"
At first she didn't catch his meaning—but soon, she did. She smiled seductively, deciding to play along, rather than let him affect her—or at least let him KNOW he was affecting her. "No, I couldn't."
He was shocked to see her like this—so innuendo throwing... it was great. He hardly remembered a time when anyone, let alone Elizabeth Corday, had carried on with him in this manner.
Yes, he certainly liked it.
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