When the game was over, I watched Ben walk inside the field house. He didn’t wave or acknowledge that I was in the stands when he walked past the bleachers. Dean sat with me, keeping me company while Ben changed. When it began to grow darker, Dean and I walked to the parking lot. “Thanks for hanging out with me today,” I said reaching Ben’s truck.
“Yeah, no problem. It was kind of like old times,” he said, smiling. “I’ll see you later,” I waved as Dean turned and walked to his car. I got in the truck, put the keys in the ignition, and waited for Ben. It seemed to be taking him longer than usual to come out. When he finally got to the truck, it was dark enough outside that the parking lot lights had already come on. “Hey, great game,” I said, leaning in and kissing Ben on the che
