Unexpectedly, we didn't get anything else done in the first inning. Garret got under a pitch and popped the ball high into the air. The catcher jumped up and tossed his mask out of the way and tracked the ball to make the catch. Mitchell did almost the exact same thing from the right side of the plate, leaving me stranded at second.
I hurried back to the dugout and switched out my gear.
Noah motioned for me to slow down. "No rush. Mitchell was last out and will take a few extra seconds to take the field." We walked out of the dugout together.
"Did you see who else is here?" Noah covered his mouth with his glove as he spoke.
I started to turn back to look, but he threw his arm around my shoulders to stop me. "Don't be so obvious."
"How am I supposed to know what you're referring to then?" I asked, slightly confused.
