Josè Altuve steps out first, smoothing his crisp button-down shirt and flashing a wide smile. Behind him, Nina Altuve, his wife, follows with a cheerful wave, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. Moments later, Carlos Correa and Daniella Rodriguez emerge from a second car, embracing their friends warmly. The four exchange excited greetings, their laughter blending seamlessly into the energetic pulse of the city.
Nina Altuve beams as she hugs Daniella Rodriguez, both women delighted to reconnect after months apart. "I can't believe how long it's been, Daniella! We have so much to catch up on," she says, her voice bright. The men glance at each other, sharing a knowing grin as they settle into a comfortable corner booth. A friendly waiter brings over iced teas and menus, and the group quickly slips into animated conversation.
"So, Josè, did you have a good birthday last month?" Carlos Correa asks, slicing into his meal. "I did, thank you," replies Josè Altuve, his eyes crinkling. "That left-fielder's glove you got me was perfect. I've been breaking it in every day." Carlos Correa grins, glancing at Nina, who nods approvingly.
"Well, funny enough, Alex Bregman suggested I get you a trash can instead," Carlos Correa jokes, letting out a short laugh. Instantly, Josè Altuve's smile fades, his jaw tightening as he looks down at his plate. "Carlos, I told you before—I never wanted any part in that mess. I wish people would just let it go," he says quietly, the table falling silent for a moment. Daniella reaches for Nina's hand, offering a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Josè. I shouldn't have brought it up. We've all been through a lot, and I know you always played the game right," Carlos Correa says sincerely. "Thanks, man. I know you meant no harm," Josè replies, a small smile returning to his lips. The friends share a look of mutual respect, the tension dissipating as quickly as it had arrived.
"We should do this more often," Nina suggests, her gaze shifting between Daniella and the others. "Definitely—let's plan something for the off-season. Maybe a trip together?" Daniella proposes. The friends laugh, already imagining future reunions. As they stand to leave, hugs are exchanged and promises made, all grateful for the rare afternoon spent together before rivalry resumes on the field beneath the stadium lights.
