Had they not been on the clock and surrounded by children, Esme might’ve pulled the most cliché move in the book; the ol’ step around, warp their arms around her and guide her hands. Honestly, it was more of an instinct than an active thought but it didn’t stop the smirk that formed on their lips. “I can’t tell if you want me to teach you or show you,” Esme admitted cheekily. A second passed before a laugh bubbled from their lips.
“I’m kidding. Well first you have to find your grip. You want to put your hands together, not on top of each other, more like side-by-side near the top of the club. Kinda like how you’d hold a baseball bat .. or a -“ they stopped, shutting their mouth before the rather crude comment could leave their lips.
“Um, either,” Ellie admitted, she had no idea what she was doing. There was gym class in school, of course, and mandatory sports, enough to have the general idea of what was supposed to happen... but she couldn’t recall ever even hitting the ball when she was forced to play baseball. If she did, she probably would’ve just stood there, forgetting to run for the bases.
Elenore nodded as she arranged her grip in the way Esme instructed. “A sub?” She guessed, finishing the sentence, their reference going over her head completely. Hands in place, she moved her feet apart, trying to make sure her legs were in what she thought was the proper stance. “Is this okay?”