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For some reason, I felt like I could be totally honest with Josh, that he wouldn't judge me, that he wouldn't even care really.
He covered his paper as well, then looked at me. "You ready?"
"Sure."
"Okay. On the count of three, we'll reveal. One, two, three..."
We both shared our papers at the same time, and I let out a gasp as Josh began to laugh his ass off. My number was exactly one more than his.
"Damn it!" I said, throwing my scrap of paper to the ground, Josh's laughter still filling my ear.
He did a little victory dance with his shoulders bobbing up and down. "I'm going to a Lakers game. I'm going to a Lakers game."
Nudging him, I asked, "Can we eat now?"
"Of course." A huge grin on his face, he began to unpack the bag. "But just so you know, I'm an expensive date."
Groaning, I wondered how much this Lakers game was going to set me back. I'd never been before so I really had no idea. But I'd deal with it, whatever it was.
As Josh set out containers and we made room on the table, I realized something, though. Josh had absolutely zero comments on how high my number was, and that was pretty cool.
"So I thought we'd try a new tradition," he said, opening up a carton, a delicious smell permeating the air. "Sharing take-out from some of our favorite restaurants because I honestly suck at cooking."
"Oh, my gosh. So do I."
He glanced at me. "Really? It's amazing we don't starve then."
"Exactly." The food on the table made my mouth water. "So what do we have here?"
"From a little Himalayan restaurant on Venice Boulevard that I used to live by. It's so damn good."
He flipped to the game and we feasted on vegetable korma, tikka chicken, and garlic naan. It was seriously from heaven. And tomorrow night, we decided it'd be my turn to pick up dinner, and the next night, we'd be practical and eat up any leftovers.
For the next several hours, we focused on the game, the first in a series against the Diamondbacks. We also brainstormed about the podcast, specifically what we would discuss during our thirty minutes or so of recording, breaking it down to local sports, regional, and then national.
Josh cleared off the coffee table and busted out all my notes, looking over every detail while we both jotted down new ideas to explore and who would do what as far as following through.
Honestly, we worked pretty well together. I didn't think Josh could be so serious about something, but he appeared to be very dedicated to making this thing happen. And so was I.
A weird feeling rose up inside me as we researched even more. This was actually fun!
I didn't know what to make of that since I'd never felt that way before. Was this how Devon felt going over musicians' contracts? Was this how Josh felt writing articles or Anaya felt working the front desk?
Amazingly, I really liked it. But I also hadn't done the actual work yet. This was only the prelude. And the actual work of doing the podcast kind of freaked me out if I was being honest. Would I be any good at truly talking about sports in an entertaining and professional way?
I had no damn clue. We'd find out soon enough I supposed.
The game finally ended after going two extra innings with the Dodgers squeaking out a win. Another win!
Josh and I high-fived each other, both of us grinning like fools.
"Yes!" he shouted, running around the living room with Magic.
Laughing, I started to clear up the mess of papers on the coffee table, sorting them into piles.
"So when do we start this thing?" I asked Josh.
Magic's paws in his hands like they were dancing together, Josh glanced at me, eyes bright. "How about tomorrow?"
