out of the pocket and puts it on speakerphone as she holds it up for Angel.
“Hello?” Angel answers.
“Hi. Is this Samantha Hall?”
“Yes.”
“Hello, Miss Hall. This is Roger with the Edward Jones Dome. I was able to locate the seats you requested,” he says happily.
“That’s great.” She turns off the water and grabs a towel to dry her hands. “How many were you able to get?’’ She reaches out and takes the phone from Holly’s hand.
“Six total, ma’am.” He sounds proud of himself.
“Thank you so much. Do I need to come pick them up, or can you mail them to me?” Her smile is infectious. I want to see that smile on her face all the time, and I want to be the one to make her feel that good.
“I have all of your information here from when I spoke to you last week, so I will mail them to you.”
“Thank you, Roger, for all of your help. Have a nice week.”
They say their goodbyes, and hang up.
“Wait.” Josh holds up his hand. “Did you just get tickets to a Rams game?” He sounds very surprised. Now that I think of it that is the stadium where they play, but there’s no way she could like football enough to buy six tickets to a game.
She leans over, putting her forearms on the bar with a radiating smile on her face. “Yep,” she nods, as her beautiful green eyes light up.
“You bought six tickets to one game? Which game?” The Rams are my favorite NFL team.
She turns her beautiful green eyes to me, and her face is beaming. “I bought six season tickets.”
“You bought season tickets?” I think Josh is choking on his water. Or at least he sounds like it.
“Sam is a big football girl,” Holly explains.
“But why six?” Josh asks, still shocked that a woman would buy six tickets to a football game.
“Well, so Holly and Micah can go whenever they want. And for when my girlfriend from Tulsa comes and visits. And for whoever wants to just go to a game.” She shrugs her shoulders as if her reasoning was obvious.
“ We love the Rams,” Josh states, pointing a finger between the two of us.
“Well, then you guys can come to a game or two.” She shrugs. “If you want, that is.” She looks back over at me shyly.
“Woo hoo! I need a beer now. Bud Light, please.” Josh says, clapping his hands together like a little school boy. I snicker as the girls laugh at him.
Angel turns around, and I catch a glimpse of a heart tattoo on the back of her neck, right below her hair line. It’s a half heart outlined in black. She didn’t come off as the type of girl to have a tattoo.
“Hey, Angel?” She turns around, looking like she wants me to stop calling her that. Not going to happen.
“What?” she snaps.
I smile. She looks so hot when she’s pissed off. “I see you have a tattoo on the back of your neck. What’s the meaning behind it?”
She takes a deep breath as her eyes drop to the floor for a moment before returning to mine. “It’s for my dad.” She turns and walks out from behind the bar and heads to the back.
What just happened here?
I turn my eyes from Angel’s back over to Holly. She leans in and whispers, “He passed away,” like it’s not allowed to be said out loud.
Fuck.
I feel like such a jack ass. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I wonder if her mother is dead as well. I know nothing about her. I want to know everything about her past.
I take a drink of my beer as Angel comes out from the back, carrying a case of beer.
“I’ll be right back.” Getting out of my seat, I follow her across the dance floor and over to the smaller back bar behind the pool tables. I feel the need to apologize about the tattoo comment.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She places the box on the floor and starts pulling a beer out one at a time, putting them into the small fridge.
“I just wanted to apologize. I’m truly sorry.” Does she not know she is the only woman I have ever said sorry to? And if I’ve said it once, I’ve
“Hello?” Angel answers.
“Hi. Is this Samantha Hall?”
“Yes.”
“Hello, Miss Hall. This is Roger with the Edward Jones Dome. I was able to locate the seats you requested,” he says happily.
“That’s great.” She turns off the water and grabs a towel to dry her hands. “How many were you able to get?’’ She reaches out and takes the phone from Holly’s hand.
“Six total, ma’am.” He sounds proud of himself.
“Thank you so much. Do I need to come pick them up, or can you mail them to me?” Her smile is infectious. I want to see that smile on her face all the time, and I want to be the one to make her feel that good.
“I have all of your information here from when I spoke to you last week, so I will mail them to you.”
“Thank you, Roger, for all of your help. Have a nice week.”
They say their goodbyes, and hang up.
“Wait.” Josh holds up his hand. “Did you just get tickets to a Rams game?” He sounds very surprised. Now that I think of it that is the stadium where they play, but there’s no way she could like football enough to buy six tickets to a game.
She leans over, putting her forearms on the bar with a radiating smile on her face. “Yep,” she nods, as her beautiful green eyes light up.
“You bought six tickets to one game? Which game?” The Rams are my favorite NFL team.
She turns her beautiful green eyes to me, and her face is beaming. “I bought six season tickets.”
“You bought season tickets?” I think Josh is choking on his water. Or at least he sounds like it.
“Sam is a big football girl,” Holly explains.
“But why six?” Josh asks, still shocked that a woman would buy six tickets to a football game.
“Well, so Holly and Micah can go whenever they want. And for when my girlfriend from Tulsa comes and visits. And for whoever wants to just go to a game.” She shrugs her shoulders as if her reasoning was obvious.
“ We love the Rams,” Josh states, pointing a finger between the two of us.
“Well, then you guys can come to a game or two.” She shrugs. “If you want, that is.” She looks back over at me shyly.
“Woo hoo! I need a beer now. Bud Light, please.” Josh says, clapping his hands together like a little school boy. I snicker as the girls laugh at him.
Angel turns around, and I catch a glimpse of a heart tattoo on the back of her neck, right below her hair line. It’s a half heart outlined in black. She didn’t come off as the type of girl to have a tattoo.
“Hey, Angel?” She turns around, looking like she wants me to stop calling her that. Not going to happen.
“What?” she snaps.
I smile. She looks so hot when she’s pissed off. “I see you have a tattoo on the back of your neck. What’s the meaning behind it?”
She takes a deep breath as her eyes drop to the floor for a moment before returning to mine. “It’s for my dad.” She turns and walks out from behind the bar and heads to the back.
What just happened here?
I turn my eyes from Angel’s back over to Holly. She leans in and whispers, “He passed away,” like it’s not allowed to be said out loud.
Fuck.
I feel like such a jack ass. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I wonder if her mother is dead as well. I know nothing about her. I want to know everything about her past.
I take a drink of my beer as Angel comes out from the back, carrying a case of beer.
“I’ll be right back.” Getting out of my seat, I follow her across the dance floor and over to the smaller back bar behind the pool tables. I feel the need to apologize about the tattoo comment.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She places the box on the floor and starts pulling a beer out one at a time, putting them into the small fridge.
“I just wanted to apologize. I’m truly sorry.” Does she not know she is the only woman I have ever said sorry to? And if I’ve said it once, I’ve
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