He shrugs. “It’s still golf. I didn’t remember exactly who’d won.”
Pamela grabs Tom by the arm. “Come on. Let’s leave them alone.”
“Don’t we get food too?” Tom asks.
“Yes, but it’s not quite ready yet. We’ll take ours in the living room, so they can have the kitchen.”
“Boy, you’re home for two weeks and already taking over my house again,” Tom jokes and then turns to me. “It’s nice to meet you, Sharee. Can’t wait to meet you in person.”
“You too, Tom.”
They exit, and Drew heads to the fridge to get the cheese and cream. We prepare the remaining ingredients, and once the pasta is done, we combine it all together and add the fresh spinach at the end.
The meal looks delicious and smells even better! We dish up and both grab our glasses of wine, heading to our tables.
As we eat, all I can think of is how amazing this date has been, and he’s not even physically here. It doesn’t matter though. I’ve never felt so comfortable or so engaged when first dating someone. Each day just gets better and better, and I almost never want this quarantine to end.
Almost.
11
Day 11
April 6
“I had an idea,” Drew says as I answer the phone. His excitement is contagious.
“Okay …” I say, honestly dying to know what he’s thinking.
“Is your nephew around today? If I could promise a way to not get close to him, would your sister allow you to bring him out to the junior high? There’s a batting cage in the back where we can work.”
I stop and think for a second. “Wait, are you asking to hang out with my nephew instead of me?”
He chuckles under his breath. “You would bring him, obviously.”
“Then, you’re using me to get to him?” I ask exaggeratedly.
“No, I’m using him to get to hang out with you.”
“Okay, that’s more like it. Let me ask. I’m sure my sister is dying to get him out of the house.”
“Great! Let’s plan on one. I can meet you guys there. And hey, I know it’s kind of weird, but if you want to invite that kid from your class, too, he’s welcome.”
“Nick? I can always try. His parents think baseball is life, so I’m sure they’d be excited.”
“Because baseballislife. Don’t get that twisted.”
“Whatever you say, big man. See you soon.”
I hang up and call my sister. “Hey, would Matthew want to go play some baseball with Drew at the junior high?” I ask like I’m asking him to go for a walk, not practice with a Major League Baseball player.
The sharp laugh that escapes her lips makes me giggle. “Are you kidding me?”
“He said he’ll promise they’ll be safe.”
“I think you just made his year. I’m sure he’ll be down.”
I smile big because Drew’s made my year too.
