Sharon’s POV

I stood by the field, leaning against the wooden railing separating the stands from the baseball diamond. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grass, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass. Around me, a small group of guys hovered, each vying for my attention in their own way.

"Come on, Sharon, you have to admit, my catch was pretty impressive," one of the guys grinned, leaning in a bit closer ...