mxfreddie:
(( @jkeckert ))
Freddie was fairly new to town. Everyone seemed so friendly and kind and honestly he was not expecting it at all from anywhere in Alabama. Growing up in Seattle was a whole different vibe. But there was something so charming about a powder blue ford truck and being a local at a hometown bar that there was an entire channel just for that aesthetic. But even in such a beautiful place he still found himself in the classroom or the library as usual. He’d get out and explore eventually but he still loved the smell of old books and pencil to paper. So of course he was rushing through the library with entirely too many books in his hands and quite eager to learn. It was hard to find a place to sit when you had a stack of books blocking your vision. “Uh oh.” He could feel himself tripping over something. A shoe lace? A chair? Nope, it was himself. Of course it was himself. A loud thundering crash could be heard as he fell, books tumbling beneath him, and his glasses nearly flying off of his face. “Ow ow…” he winced, both from the pain of a textbook jabbing his ribs and the awkwardness of making such a loud noise. “Crap…oh my god.” He was blind as a bat without those damn glasses and he was reaching around desperately for them. Great first impression…
Staying at home wasn’t being very productive. Since returning to the city it had been a mix of emotions, but it was still adapting to reality, mainly because he was living alone after so many years living with his wife. Staying at home was becoming a little tedious, so he decided to go to the library. The library was his refuge in the city, he liked to sit there and read his books quietly in his corner, without any major problems. He was there reading when he saw a man approaching and losing his balance, before he could say anything he saw the man fall with his books and his glasses stopping at Jack’s foot. He then took the glasses and approached the boy, handing him over. “I think you’re looking for this.” He handed the man over and crouched down to help him pick up the books. “Let me help you”.
He could see a blur of a hand in front of him, but hearing the kind voice threw him off a bit. He put his glasses back on and looked up to the stranger. “Pretty...” he said entirely too out loud and corrected himself. “Clumsy. I’m pretty clumsy! So th-thank you so much!” He gently took the books from the kind strangers hands, a little more than mesmerized. He snapped himself out of it. “Thank you...Mr...?” That seemed like a good a way as any to get a number.”I’m Freddie. Thank you for your help”
