As it was still winter, the weather was extremely cold in the morning. Early March let the fog from the bay area roll in and settle in the hills. I was completely bundled up, completely covering my uniform with a school sweatshirt and a jacket from Mr. Atkins.
"This will help warm you up." Mrs. Atkins handed me a hot chocolate and I graciously accepted.
We were all at the tournament grounds surrounded by players, coaches, and parents from other schools. Zeke went with Coach to check us in with our roster and school credentials. Mr. Atkins took the twins to some booths that were selling tournament merchandise and souvenirs. Noah went with Mrs. Atkins to get hot chocolate, but only she returned with a drink in hand for me.
I was instructed to sit at the bench and watch everyone's bags until the team showed up. "Where did Noah go?" I asked Mrs. Atkins quietly.
"Ah. He saw someone he knew from a baseball camp from a year or two ago so he went to say hi." She replied.
