Eron paid for Garrett’s ticket. Garrett expected the seats to be on the floor or in a suite, but he was pleasantly surprised when they were located in a nearly empty section.
“I figured we’d be left alone here,” Eron explained when they got there. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
On the way to the concession stand, Eron ducked into one of the many shops that sold memorabilia. “Whenever my dad brought me to a game, we came in here to look around,” Eron explained as he browsed.
“Whenever we went, dad barely had enough for the tickets let alone anything else. We used to sneak popcorn and peanuts in,” Garrett chuckled.
“But those are some of your best memories, aren’t they?”
“Yup.”
“See, you don’t need money to be happy. You just need enough to be comfortable.”
Eron’s comment helped him relax. He might be a Lassiter, but deep down, Eron was just as common as Garrett. Besides his good looks, it made him all the more attractive.
Garrett tried to force those thoughts from his head.