Zach’s tempted to tell him to go ask the bartender for an entire bottle of bourbon, or possibly a swimming pool full of it.

He holds up a mostly empty beer, the kind of craft thing he used to drink and convinced Zach to try, even if Zach thought it tasted like soap and flowers. “Here.” Eugenio points to the chair next to where he’s sitting, which Zach eyes, wondering if he’s only talking to him now because of the forced proximity of the game. Like he got a few years of good nights’ sleep, even if he’s been on a bunch of New York nightlife websites that Zach definitely doesn’t follow, connected with this or that actress or musician. He looks good, like he was at the barber recently, a neat fade to his sideburns. Now he stares at Eugenio for a minute, long enough to be awkward, before Eugenio says, “Hey,” and Zach says, “I didn’t know you were coming,” at more or less the same time.Īround them, players continue to greet each other, giving the sort of back-slapping hugs that Zach and Eugenio have, conspicuously, not tried, one that would confirm if Eugenio still smells the same: like cologne and the cigarettes he sneaks when he’s having a bad day. Not that Zach would know what to say even in their absence. A task made easier by the chaperoning presence of an umpire and spectators in the stands. The Gothams and Swordfish play each other about twenty games a season, the Gothams the closest thing Miami has to a rival.īut usually one of them is wearing a mask, set up behind the plate, and the other is at-bat, and they don’t say anything to one another beyond the basic interactions necessary to complete a game of baseball. It hasn’t actually been that long since he saw Eugenio. Zach stands in the All-Star Classic clubhouse, his feet rooted to the floor. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!

has come to talk to us about her latest release, Unwritten Rules.

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