The Softball Team (4)

At least the two hours flew by with Noah's rambling. He talked to me about everything from pro baseball, to who will play well enough to pick dinner for tonight. I mostly sat, listened, nodded or shook my head, and spared a few words if needed. Noah could honestly carry a conversation by himself without any difficulty.

We pulled up to a quaint high school up in the mountains, surrounded by a forest. As it was May, the trees had started to grow some green leaves again, making me feel refreshed with the clean air.