Alex Bregman walks in, his Red Sox cap tucked under his arm, scanning the room with anticipation. Seated by the window, Carlos Correa waves him over, a wide grin on his face. The two embrace warmly, their camaraderie undiminished by time or team colors. "Carlos, you always pick the best places. I’ve missed these lunches." "You know me, Alex. Gotta have a taste of home before a big game. Sit, relax. How’s Boston treating you?"

Alex Bregman picks at his food, a wistful look crossing his face. He glances up, voice softening. "You know, I really miss playing with José Altuve. There’s nobody like him on the field—or off." "I hear you. Sometimes I catch myself looking for him in the clubhouse, like he’s just around the corner."

Carlos Correa[/@ch_2] taps his fork against his plate, brow furrowed in thought.] "Speaking of José, did you remember his birthday’s coming up? May 6th. I still haven’t found a gift for him, and I don’t want to let him down." "Oh man, that’s right! Four days away. You want my advice?" "Please. I’m desperate here."

Alex Bregman[/@ch_1] leans in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.] "We could always get him a trash can—just for old time’s sake. You know, a little reminder of the, uh, ‘special signals’ back in Houston." "Come on, Alex. You know José never wanted any part of that. He hated the whole scandal—he’d be furious if we even joked about it." "You’re right. He always played it straight. Sorry, man, just kidding."

Alex Bregman[/@ch_1] snaps his fingers, recalling a recent conversation.] "Wait, last time I talked to José, he mentioned he’s playing left field now. Can you believe it? After all those years at second base." "He’s always up for a new challenge. But what does that have to do with his birthday?" "Get him a left-fielder’s glove. The best one you can find. He’ll need it to make those diving catches out there."

Carlos Correa[/@ch_2] grins, relief washing over his features. Outside, the city is alive with anticipation for tonight’s game.] "That’s perfect. You always know how to make things right, Alex. I’ll find the best glove for him—and maybe add a note about all the memories we made on the diamond." "Tell him I said happy birthday. And tell him Boston’s not so bad, but it’s not the same without you guys." The friends share a final laugh, stepping out together into the Minnesota evening, ready to face each other as rivals on the field, but always teammates at heart.