Now a big grin, which I don’t like one bit, slowly takes over his face. “Wait, are you saying you are thrilled by baseball?” “No. God, Len.” My face has gone totally warm for no reason. “I’m just saying, I think it’s always worth trying to be good at something.” “I’m good at lots of things without trying,” he jokes, and I wish I had a baseball to throw at his head.
WHY SO CUTE
