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Bailey: No, I really don’t want to do that.

Bailey: But wait…

Bailey: What do you do for work then?

Remington: I work for a sports team.

Bailey: Oh…

Bailey: OHH. Yeah, I was miles off with my assumption.

Bailey. Well, now I feel like an ass. I’m sorry.

Remington: Don’t worry, I won’t let the grandmas touch your ass!

Bailey: Thanks, I appreciate it.

Bailey: Maybe we could meet up first. You know, make sure that us “dating” is plausible.

Remington: Why? Are you an alien?

Bailey: I mean, that’s debatable.

Remington: OMG I knew they were real!

Bailey: Lol

Bailey: But in all seriousness, we might not be a match. I might not be your “type”.

Bailey: And what if we get asked how we met? We need a whole backstory prepared.

Remington: OH, I KNOW! Maybe it could be something like you came to earth in search of the best marshmallow in all the land and you landed in my backyard and we had a marshmallow party.

Bailey:

Bailey: I was thinking more we met in a coffee shop but that could be interesting. It would certainly spice things up.

Bailey: Those grandmas won’t know what they missed out on.

Remington: :D

Remington: I can meet tomorrow afternoon? Say like 1?

Bailey: I can make that work.

Remington: Yes! I’m so excited, Bailey! You’ve saved my ass, literally.

Remington: Gonna make all the grannies jealous!

Bailey: Ha, we’ll see about that.

CHAPTER FOUR

Remington

The bell jingles above me as I open the door, and I’m instantly hit with the smell of food that causes my stomach to grumble.

Damn, I didn’t realize I was so hungry. I’ve come straight from the practice facility to the diner where I’m meeting Bailey, and I’m not going to deny there’s almost been a spring in my step all morning. So springy, I ended up skipping my post-practice snack because I was so eager to get here.