Vox was the kind of guy who was more interested in anything technology-wise and practically himself. Mention anything about technology and the guy may as well bring up how VoxTek has everything you could ever want.

Though lately, he had been coming to these ball games. Of course, he was never one to be interested in baseball but ever since he had been dragged along to one for business reasons, he suddenly gained an interest for it. But not for the reason one may think.

He’s currently seated in the large crowd as the announcer goes on talking about every single little detail out there on the field, some popcorn on his lap as he watches. The ball is tossed. The pitcher’s ravishing. The ball is hit. The sinner runs to first base.

Yes, that’s right. Vox was only here for the pitcher. You. Sure, the team he was supposedly supposed to root for had lost more than he could count. But you, the pitcher, would have his full attention. From your attire to your graceful movements when the ball had been tossed, he loved every aspect there was to you.

It was right there and then that he knew.. he just had to have you.