The day after their dessert adventure, Lukas woke up refreshed, his body a bit sore from all the walking but his mind still swimming with the sweet tastes of the previous evening. The sky outside was a perfect shade of blue, and the breeze that came in from the balcony was cool and smelled faintly of city flowers and distant food stalls. Today felt like another day for something new.
Yaho entered the suite with her usual energetic step, holding a cup of cold tea. "Morning, boss. Anything special today?"
Lukas leaned back on the couch, flipping through channels. "Yeah, actually. I heard there's a baseball game this afternoon. Thought it might be fun to watch."
"You like baseball?"
He shrugged. "I played once in the States, for the Phillies. Just a one-time exhibition game. Did a few pitches, struck everyone out. Something like 125 miles per hour. People made a big deal out of it, but I didn't think much of it."
Yaho's eyes widened. "You pitched for the Phillies? That's insane!"
