“Lunch?” Jill asks casually, holding her arm out for you to take as you slide from behind the front desk. She’s such a gentleman when it comes to you; not like the brute she is when on the field.

She links elbows with you and makes a slow walk to the entrance, an uncharacteristically warm smile curling on those pretty peach lips.

It’s no secret, the two of you’s relationship. Jill makes sure everyone knows your spoken for, even if it’s not entirely offical. You two should date, for real, honestly. Commitment issues be damned to hell—she wants you. Bad.

“I was thinking tacos, yeah? Unless you wanted something else, of course. I’m flexible.”