baseball that Felix threw on the bed. It must have rolled out of my purse. I pick it up and roll it around in my hands.
Such a crazy night. I grab my kindle and curl up on the couch when there’s a knock at the door. When I look through the peep-hole, I’m not sure what to think.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you and to say thanks,” Felix says with a grin.
“Thanks?” I’m confused. “Why are you thanking me?”
“Because I’m positive you’re a good luck charm for me.”
“What?” I giggle because I must have heard him wrong. The seriousness on his face tells me he isn’t joking. “A good luck charm? I don’t think so. I think it was your hard work paying off. Maybe it’s all the running.”
“You were there. That kind of game requires more than just hard work. You were good luck, I’m telling you.” He smiles.
“Felix, trust me when I say, I’m no one’s good luck charm.” If he only knew how much bad luck races through me, he would run away. “My sister told me that’s your first no-hitter,” I change the subject.
“Yeah, it was.” He pushes his hand through his hair and I see it’s still damp from the shower. “Your sister sure does know a lot about me. Wouldn’t you rather learn about me from the source?”
“Wow, the pickup lines are getting better, Mr. Hernandez, but I’m fine with the intense Googling LA is doing. I’m sure she’s doing it to somehow figure out how to get me to marry you though.” I shake my head and turn my gaze away from him. LA isn’t even here and she’s still embarrassing me.
“I’m always hoping to improve. That was a very good and gentle way of turning me down. Did you at least enjoy the game? You know, as a regular fan and not as a crazed-LA-type of fan?”
I toss my head back and laugh at this correct assumption of my sister. “I will tell you the truth. I had an absolute blast watching the game. I was really cheering for you to get the no-hitter. Although, I couldn’t figure out why you kept pointing and winking, but LA explained that baseball players are very superstitious. Wait, is that why you’re saying I’m your good luck charm? Because I was there tonight?”
“A no-hitter is a huge accomplishment. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you were there. It’s pretty obvious to me that you’re my good luck charm.”
“Wow, laying it on thick, aren’t you? You really believe that because I was there, I ‘helped’ in your no-hitter?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Fine.” I toss my hands up in the air. There’s no way I’m going to go round-and-round with him tonight. “I’ll make you a deal. I will come to the next home game and I will sit in the same seat and you’ll see it’s your hard work and not the fact I was there. Deal?”
Felix smirks and looks me up and down. “If you come and sit in the same seat, we’ll win again. And when that happens, you realize you’re going to have to come to all the home games for the rest of the season, right?”
“You’re serious?” I cross my arms. “You do realize that those are my brother-in-law’s seats. I don’t think he’ll give them up from the season for you to win.”
“If they’re as big of a fan as you say they are, they will. Fans don’t like to see their team lose.”
“He does wear the same pair of socks to every game,” I mumble because I know how big of a fan Harry is. “All right, I’ll bite. I’ll come to the game on Thursday. Any other requirements? Do I need to wear the same underwear, too?”
“Yep. Don’t change anything. Same exact outfit. You should probably order the same food and drink too, just to be safe.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Whatever. I have to go to bed because I have a class at eight. Congrats again and thanks for the baseball.”
“Welcome. Good night, Abigail.”
I SIT IN down in the seat with a hot dog and a beer.
“Holy shit! I’m so excited I can’t stand it.” LA is bouncing in her