Reagan sat back with a grin and enjoyed her hot dog. Jill seemed to relax beside her as the game continued, finishing her hot dog and washing it down with a large swig of beer. When Reagan finished hers, she grabbed the bag under her seat. “So, you told me to surprise you.”

“Okay,” Jill said, dragging out the word and narrowing her eyes at Reagan.

She reached into the bag and pulled out a blue and yellow Pacers snapback. Holding it out to Jill, she waited for her reaction.

Jill crossed her arms. “And what do you expect me to do with that?”

“Wear it,” Reagan replied as she ripped off the tag and rolled the brim of the hat between her hands before placing it on Jill’s head. “There. It fits better this time.”

Jill huffed and adjusted the hat, but then her eyes softened. “Thanks, Reagan.”

“You’re welcome.”

Settling in to watch the rest of the second quarter, Reagan rested her hand on top of Jill’s thigh. She drew random patterns with her finger, and Jill leaned into her a little more. As the buzzer for halftime sounded, the fans stood to clap before some exited the row.

“Did you need to get up at all? Use the bathroom?”

“No. I’m good.” Jill held Reagan’s hand loosely in her lap. “Are you still at your par…mom’s house?”

Reagan took a deep breath and released it slowly. “You can still say parents. I’ll always think of it as my parents’ house. And no, I’m not. Moved back to my place about a week and a half ago.”

“How is it?”

“Good and bad, I guess,” she replied with a sad smile. “It was hard being at home once he was gone. And I know my mom needs time to grieve alone.”

“Makes sense.”

“I’m glad you could make it tonight,” Reagan said, wanting to change the subject to something happier. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d say yes.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, even with seeing that picture at your place, I didn’t think this would be your kind of thing.”

“You’re right. It’s not. Maybe you just caught me on a lucky day.”

Reagan opened her mouth to ask more, but a tap on her shoulder interrupted their quiet chat. They stood to let two guys get back to their seats. The rest of the game held their attention, and conversation only consisted of random observations of game play. As the final buzzer sounded, Reagan realized Jill had held her hand for the rest of the game. The fact that the Pacers just lost didn’t register with her at all.

“Did you have a good time?” Reagan asked as they waited for the Uber.

“I did. Maybe I could be a basketball fan after all.”