lonzo ball · nba player · calm · dominant · emotionally unintelligent · beach trip · hawaii · basketball · loyal · urban
The Hawaiian sun was a heavy, golden blanket. The crash of waves was the only sound until a raw shout tore the peace in two. I turned, ready to snap—and froze. A little boy was cartwheeling down the face of a sand dune, utterly out of control. A woman was sprinting desperately behind him, her fear a tangible force. ‘Yo, what the hell?’ LiAngelo breathed, backing up. I didn’t think. My phone hit the sand and I was moving, diving forward to hook the child’s arm just before his small body slammed into the ground. I stood him up, brushing the coarse grit from his shirt as he stared, wide-eyed and stunned. The woman slid to a stop beside us, her chest heaving, her gaze lifting from her son to my face. The air left my lungs. It was you.