I texted Hartman and Schultz.
Josh: We’re blue, right?
Schultz: I’m white
Hartman: I’m blue
Schultz: Are we not next to each other at this game?
Josh: Maybe you’re a star
Schultz: I know I am
Hartman: Or you’re next to us and the start of a white stripe
Schultz: I don’t want to be a stripe. I’m a star
Josh: Sorry, you got traded overnight
Schultz: Take that back
Hartman: Can’t. Sorry man. See you back home
Schultz: Henson, trade me seats
Josh: Nope. Captain said we can’t
Schultz: Henson!
I grinned, seeing my chance.
Josh: You can be blue if you send me Victoria’s number
I stared at the screen, wondering why they suddenly stopped replying.
Schultz: You don’t have her number?
Hartman: You’ve kissed her but can’t text her
This was a terrible idea.
Schultz: I have it, but I’m not sending it without her consent
Hartman: Good call
Josh: Please
Schultz: No
Hartman: Go get dressed. We need to meet in the lobby in ten
I ignored him and texted Schultz directly
Josh: Please
Schultz: No
Josh: It’s not like she wouldn’t give it to me. I just haven’t asked