EVAN
Since the old man is so stubborn to go find a date, I would accompany him every game, which turned me to a Yankees fan as the time passed by.
“You’re from New York?” the guy probed once more.
“Been there,” my response had him chuckling, shaking his head.
“I’m sure you won’t give me your name,” he persisted.
“Princess,” I smiled at remembering that honey eyed blonde.
“I’m Edward,” he offered his hands for a shake. My reluctance to accept his offered hand made his brows arch. I reached for it. It’s not him, it’s his name. I am being biased here, but that particular name threw me off.
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