Jack watched her for a moment before picking up his own ball. He stood straight, tall, not bothering to wriggle or prepare. He simply threw. The ball arched through the air and went through the hoop with a satisfying swish noise. The vendor congratulated him and handed him another ball, to which the same thing happened again. And again. And again. Only the fifth one he missed, but he’d already done enough to deserve a prize.
“Oh, oh thank you!” he said as the lady pointed out the line of toys he could pick out. Jack bit his bottom lip as he looked them over, before pointing to a panda. “T-that one, please.”
She had watched him play, not even bothering to throw her own basketballs into the hoop in shock of how good he was. “W-Wow love!” she exclaimed, seeing him toss the last one in.
Then he was picking a toy out and her eyes widened. It was huge! But just oh so cute! Stella would love playing with it, she was sure. Or snuggling into it.
He smiled at the woman, thanking her, before going over to Katelynn and held the toy out. “For you.” he said, smiling faintly. He saw the shock in her eyes, still, and flushed slightly; though it was hard to tell with his dark skin.
“I used to play hoop. A lot. When I was younger.” he replied with a shrug.
Jack Maple 