It was the sound of a ball bouncing off the ground that led you to the field. Even from a distance, you saw that his clothes were tattered. You don’t know why you stayed there, watching him practice.

At one point, the ball rolled towards you and he finally turned around, frowning when he noticed you. What you noticed, however, was his swollen cheek, the bruise forming around his eye and his disheveled state.

“Why’re you staring at me like a creep? Kick the ball back and get lost.”