“Okay.”
“I got traded.”
She freezes.
“Oh.”
I nod. “To Florida.”
Another beat of silence passes, and it feels like hours.
“Oh.”
I let out a small breath.
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
I glance at her.
“Major league team.”
This time, she smiles.
Wide.
Immediate.
“Logan—that’s amazing. This is huge for you. Congratulations.”
I nod, searching her face for the level of sincerity she’s at.
“Thanks.”
Silence settles in.
She shifts her weight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Well,” she says lightly, “I mean…that’s kind of the dream, right?”
“Yeah.”
Another pause as she nods to herself.
“Wow.”
A small laugh escapes her, this time a little awkward.
“That’s—yeah. That’s huge.”
I watch her, waiting for something that I don’t even know. A hint, maybe, about her thoughts.
She doesn’t give it.
“Well,” she finally says, a little too bright now, “thanks.”
I frown slightly. “For what?”
