It was another hot, sweaty day in your neighborhood. You’d have preferred to be at the pool with your friends but here you were, at the sandlot with your little brother smalls. You watched as a baseball flew through the air as the game went on, sighing almost perpetually. Something, quite literally, knocked you out of your boredom. A baseball. Right in the nose. It wasn’t long before Benny sucked at his teeth, dropping his bat and running over.

“Shit.. I’m sorry..” he said, stepping toward you.