Waves

Part 52

Eve slipped on a turtleneck and pants before grabbing her bag to head downstairs. The air felt crisp as she strolled down the street and she smiled at the difference in weather as Joe picked up her facetime call.

"Hey you! Looks like I caught you just in time," she chuckled as a sweaty Joe popped into the frame, his teammates behind him while they left the practice field. "We just finished. What are you– oh hold on, Sam wants to say hi." Eve laughed as Sam's large red face took up the screen and he badly greeted her in Spanish. "I love the effort Hubbard but maybe a few more days of Duolingo are needed."

Taking his phone back from Sam, Joe squinted to better see Eve as she hurried down what looked to be a dark alley. "Where are you? Don't you think maybe you should walk somewhere better lit? I don't want you to be kidnapped."

"I'm too tall and too old to be kidnapped, don't worry. I'm calling because I wanted to be transparent with you and let you know that Santiago invited me to see a band play tonight. We are going separately and I'm just going to stay for a few songs, then I'll walk home and call you again when I'm in bed."

Eve held her breath for a moment, waiting for Joe to flip out or object, but to her pleasant surprise, he grinned. "Thank you for letting me know. Will you please text me when you get there and text me when you're on your way back home?"

"Of course I will. Thank you for not flipping out. I just don't want to spend the night cooped up inside," Eve exhaled. "I trust you Evie. I'm not worried about it at all. Besides, you're dressed like a fucking banker; I doubt he'll try to make a move," Joe snorted, causing Eve to flip him off. "Hey, I look chic! You're not the only one allowed to wear a damn turtleneck."

They chatted until Eve spotted Clamores on the corner and she quickly hung up before making her way through the smokey venue until she spotted Santiago. If she looked like a banker, Santiago was dressed like a model on vacation; his hair slicked back and an impossibly tight pair of white jeans hugging every inch of his defined quads.

"Eve! You found us. I am so glad you decided to come," Santiago exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug. Jesus, is his body carved from granite, she thought to herself. "Us? Did you bring a friend?" Eve asked, worried that maybe this was a setup. Stepping aside, Santiago wrapped his arms around the waist of a disorientingly beautiful woman sitting on the barstool next to him. "Eve, this is my wife Amelia. She is from the middle west too!"

"It's midwest, honey. Hi Eve, it's lovely to meet you. Santiago has spoken about you glowingly," Amelia beamed, shaking Eve's hand. "I didn't know you were married Santiago. And she speaks english! I mean, wow, that was dumb. I mean you're an American," Eve stuttered, feeling her body warm with embarrassment.

"I'm from Indianapolis actually. Santiago tells me you're from Cincinnati. We actually used to visit my grandparents there all the time when I was a kid," Amelia replied. Sitting down next to the woman, Eve felt herself grow slightly stupified by her beauty, grateful once the band came on stage and Santiago excused the two of them to go dance.

Well if you didn't have anything to worry about before, now you really don't have anything to worry about.

-What happened?

There's a Mrs. Santiago and she's just my type. Actually, scratch that part about not having something to worry about...

-Haha, you're such a comedian (make sure you FT me if you guys start to make out pls)

Now who's the comedian?

-Have fun, don't forget to call me when you're home.