"Smooth."
"Oh please. You know me, Maya. I am the farthest thing from smooth. I couldn't be smooth if I were literally made of butter. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why do I lose all comprehension whenever I see him?"
"You like him."
"How could I like him? I don't even know him."
"All the more reason that we are going to that baseball game tomorrow. We can blend into the stands and hopefully he won't notice the drool."
Riley and Maya had been friends their whole life. They met in the sandbox at the park when they were little. Riley was always the bubbly girl who lived in a world of rainbows and unicorns. Maya had a hard childhood. Her dad had left her and started a new family. Her mom worked whenever possible to provide for Maya. Maya understood how hard she had to work to provide for her but it still hurt sometimes that she was MIA. Riley's parents had the fairytale story. They had known each other their whole lives and been in love their whole lives. Riley's dad had actually been her teacher in middle school. Her mom was an attorney but had also bought the bakery that became their hang out.
"While I am open to the idea of seeing more of him, do we really have to go to the baseball game to do it? Baseball is really boring."
"Riley, have you ever been to a baseball game or just tried to watch one on tv?"
Riley thought about it for a minute. Maybe Maya was right. She hadn't actually been to a baseball game. "I guess you're right. Looks like you're taking me out to the ball game!"