[ @ohramuses ]
It took some time after his accident for Jamal to get back into doing any kind of sports, even if it wasn’t baseball. At this point it’s been a long while and he picked up the habit of going for a run once or twice a week when he didn’t go into the hardware store right in the morning. He never did too much, which is something he had to learn the painful way.
He was coming back from a thirty minute run of his when he saw a girl (first he thought she was around 8-9 from the distance but then realizes she was at least in her early teens as he got closer) with a box in her hand, trying to get into his building. He heard that the apartment against his was bought recently, so he figured they must be finally moving in.
“Hey, hold on, let me help,“ he said as he got closer and rushed up to open the door for the girl who was struggling to do it with her hands’ full.
“Thanks,“ the girl said with a smile.
“Anytime. Moving into 2b?” Just because he thought that is what happened, he also figured he’d check. He did see a moving truck not so far from their building, though, so he figured he was correct on his assumption.
The girl gave him a wary look, and Jamal immediately realized how his question must have sounded creepy, not to mention he was following the girl up the stairs. He raised his hands in a defensive pose. “I like in 2a, I know the previous owner sold the place, so it was a guess, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, though.”
A beat of silence and then the girl nodded. “Yeah, my mom and I are just moving in there.”
“Well, welcome to the place, hope you’ll like it here. If you need any help with the moving or the place around here, I’m across from you guys, so don’t be afraid to knock.“
