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It wasn't until later on at the bar that Kathryn realized exactly what was going on. She was seated at a table with Stevenson and her husband Bradley. Both softball teams traditionally came here after each game to hang out or celebrate a win. All the girls on the teams were still dressed in their softball uniforms and bore the grass stains and wild hair from the game. The clinking of beer glasses, loud music, and dozens of people talking at once was a familiar sight.
As her husband chatted brightly with Stevenson, Kathryn stared off into space and let her thoughts wander. It was so typical. Bradley's arm around her shoulders, the aimless conversations, and the feeling of not belonging. Almost like she didn't fit into this situation all of a sudden. For some reason the woman with the dark hair began dominating her thoughts. She radiated the self confidence Kathryn could not hope to posses. She alone seemed to have no fear and had assessed Kathryn as if she knew everything about her. Those green eyes had penetrated her very being and she couldn't get the color of them out of her head.
"If your sport is suddenly being taken seriously," Her husband's voice broke into her thoughts. "How come we're wearing long pants while you guys are still wearing shorts?" Before she could answer, a bold voice exclaimed. "Because we're hot." Kathryn looked up and spotted the very woman she had been thinking about. She wore a care-free smile, much like the one she had on before. Her stance was relaxed and somehow she managed to look sexy in a sweater bearing the word Wisconsin with the sleeves cut off.
A beer was in her right hand and while her somewhat wispy hair still bore evidence of the game, it didn't take away the natural beauty that she radiated. Suddenly Kathryn wished her own black hair wasn't so disheveled. "Oooh!" Bradley hooted with amusement while Kathryn twisted to give him a look of disproval and a "Hmm?" that he didn't acknowledge. "Hey that was a great play!" Bradley said to the dark haired woman. She smiled modestly and took a bow. "Thank you." Coming up from the bow, she turned her smile on Kathryn.
Bradley motioned with his hand. "Join us, sit down." Beside him, Kathryn pulled her arms in tighter around her belly. "Y-yeah. " The woman tilted her head. "Why not?" She then made her way over and with each step; Kathryn felt her heart begin to pound faster.
"It was very good, very athletic." Bradley added, still talking about the play. The dark haired woman nodded and then extended her hand to Kathryn as she scooted in next to her. "Hey, I'm Jenny." Without hesitating, Kathryn shook the offered hand. "Kathryn." As usual her husband took the reins. "Hi, I'm Bradley Smith, her other half, and this is Harry Stevenson."
Jenny politely shook each of their hands with a curious glance Kathryn's way. "So how long have you two been married?" She asked. Kathryn pinched the bridge of her nose, "Ah almost-" "6 years and a little bit of change." Bradley cut in, kissing her right temple. Kathryn flinched and managed a fake smile, but he didn't seem to notice. When she looked at Jenny, it was clear though that she had.
The dark haired woman then nodded knowingly and said to Kathryn, "You know I think I'm gonna go put some money in that jukebox. Will you save my spot for me?" Kathryn and Bradley both answered with a "Yeah" at the same time. His tone was casual while hers betrayed the mild excitement within. If Jenny had caught that, she didn't let on. However Kathryn felt a hand glide gently up and down the top of her left leg under the table. She felt her muscles clench at the touch and her right leg jumped involuntarily. This was confusing.
Jenny rose from her seat like nothing had happened and shuffled to the jukebox, pony tail swinging easily as she moved. Kathryn indifferently looked off towards the bar, trying to focus on anything but her. It didn't work so well. She glanced at the jukebox at the same moment that Jenny looked over her shoulder. Kathryn quickly looked away but she knew she'd been busted.
As Travis's song "Turn" began to play, she watched Jenny saunter back to the table. When she slid in next to her once more, Kathryn took a sip of her beer as a diversion. "Hey." Jenny breathed, scooting in closer and allowing her eyes to roam the other's face. Kathryn swallowed thickly and set her drink down. "Hi." Each of them felt as if they were the only ones in the world.
Stevenson was currently listening to Bradley, but he was also watching the girls. Their shoulders were pressed together with heads bent close, deep in conversation. He couldn't really make out what they were saying exactly, but it was clear that it wasn't just small talk. The odd thing was, even though Harry had only just met Kathryn, this was the first time he'd seen her truly smile. Like a school girl on her first date.
Jenny leaned her head in even closer and said softly, "You hear that song?" When Kathryn nodded, she continued, "That song goes out from Jenny to Kathryn. From now on," Her voice had gone even softer, "It'll be our song." Kathryn's mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. Her voice had deserted her for the moment as her eyes flicked to different areas on Jenny's face.
It was now or never but she couldn't ignore the emotions welling up inside of her. Bradley hardly made her feel anything and he never seemed to understand her. She just wasn't happy but she also didn't realize how much the alternative just offered would affect her. Kathryn thought for a moment, and then inched slowly forward until her mouth was close to Jenny's ear.
"555-2189." She remained close for a moment before pulling a couple of inches away to stare off across the room. Even she could hardly believe what she had just done. Yet somehow it just seemed right. Jenny hadn't moved throughout this ordeal, her own glazed eyes studying an unknown area to the right.
Stevenson sipped at his drink and watched with interest. Nobody else was noticing this strange behavior except for him. It wasn't his place to bring its attention to Bradley and so he kept his mouth shut. He was not a man who pried into other people's business.