She huffed and pulled out her phone. “Yes. I thought you said we could meet for the Saturday or Sunday game,” she said.
“And I thought we were meeting for the Sunday game,” Chris said. “Man, I’m sorry if I got that wrong.”
She swiped through the app and located the string of messages between herself and Chris. “See? It says right here that… Oh. That the Sunday evening game would be better.”
Chris lifted the cap from his head to run a hand through his sweaty hair. “We can still meet tomorrow if you want. It’s just that… Well, I’m meeting someone else today.”
“Of course,” she said sheepishly. “I… Well, um, I actually have plans tomorrow night,” she said, tucking her phone into her...
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