Date number three and he had scored a pair of the hottest tickets in town.
But he quickly realized he’d made a mistake. A big one. She didn’t even care he’d spent a small fortune, instead keeping her face buried in her phone. Texting and scrolling were apparently more thrilling than playoff baseball.
She even ignored the foul ball screaming right at her. Until it was too late.
So now, a relationship altering decision…
Would he enjoy the rest of the game and let her enjoy her ambulance ride alone?
Or did he want a shot at date number four?
The Weekday One Hundred 