There were only a few vehicles in the dirt lot surrounded by a chain-link fence. He was always struck by how much energy filled the area around game time, and how lifeless it would be just hours later. “I bet that blue Acura is yours,” he said to Liza. She’d been much quieter since they left the bakery and it was just the two of them. After all the fun they’d had today, he didn’t get why she seemed so tense now that they were alone. Heck, he didn’t get a lot of things about her, but he was glad Frank had picked her. Maybe once they got that tense first kiss out of the way, she’d calm down—and the Liza he’d known years ago would show up again. He’d gotten glimpses of that girl, so he knew she was still there. She’d teased him with a kiss on the cheek, but she wasn’t getting away tonight without making good on their bet. “How do you know the Acura’s mine?” she asked as he pulled in next to it and shifted into park.
