With the food coming out and being placed in front of us, the conversation slowly drifted away from the twins. I knew it wasn't really over for good with Dave still in talks with the coach and whatnot, but I didn't expect Kyle approaching Jeremy as we were leaving the restaurant later that night.
"Hey, Jeremy?" He called out as Mom and Dad said a more private goodbye to Zeke.
Jeremy turned to him, stopping our small talk about baseball equipment. "Yea? What's up?"
Kyle shook his phone to draw attention to it. "Do you think I can get your number? I may have some questions for you about getting drafted and going through the minors."
"Sure thing!" Jeremy shared his number before saying, "You didn't have to ask me straight up. You could have gotten it from Jake or Noah. Even your parents. Just don't be selling the number online." He joked.
