I Found

5.

I pick up my small purse from the bench and follow the man as he goes to get the rest of his groceries.

"Oh, I never caught your name by the way," I say before introducing myself.

"Jonah," he says.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Jonah," I say. "I'm Jasmine."

He gives me a slightly puzzled look when I tell him my name, but he shrugs it off like it may just be a name of someone he knows or used to know. We continue our way through the grocery store, not talking a whole lot but small talk springs up here and there.

Once we are done checking out, Jonah and I walk out of the store and head towards his car, which was a clean black 2014 Chevy Cruze. It was one of the nicest cars i've seen in a very long time.

While walking, I notice Jonah walking with a slight limp. I shrug it off at first because the way he walked also seemed pretty normal. I wait to ask him about his limp until we get to his house.

After about 10 mins driving, we finally make it to Jonah's place. It was a smaller house, just like he described in the store, but it was still very modern looking. There was a nice small front porch with a rocking bench to sit on, and the windows were covered with a beautiful light blue glass.

Since Jonah was allowing me to live with him, I decided to help him unload the groceries out of the trunk of his car. It was the least I could do since I didn't have any money, and living with him was already a big enough favor to ask.

Once unloading the groceries, I notice Jonah leaning over his kitchen counter slightly. From the look on his face, he seemed he was in a little bit of pain.

"Are you okay?" I ask concerningly. "You seem like you're in pain."

"Uhh, just a little bit," he says, trying not to worry me. "It happens often when I walk too much."

"Did anything happen?" I ask curiously.

"A really long time ago, yeah. Long story short, I had a rough injury and it became chronic, which means it'll last a really long time. Maybe forever."

"I know what 'chronic' means," I say, trying to light up the mood again. "But do you need help walking over to the couch?"

"Maybe a little bit," he says trying to not act desperate.

I help him over to the couch and he sits down with a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much Jasmine," he says politely. "I really appreciate your acts of kindness."

"Well it's the least I could do since you're allowing me to live here. If you ever need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask because I'm willing to help out around here."

"Well that's very thoughtful of you. Do you need help setting up your room?"

"No, no, I'm totally fine. You just go ahead and relax for a while and let me know if you need anything."

"Sounds good, thank you. Your room is down the hall on the left. The only empty one," Jonah says with a little chuckle.

I grab all of my new materials that we bought from the store and I begin to go set up my room.

I begin with some new clothes. I fold them up all nice and neat and place them in the white vintage drawers that were already set up in the room. I then take some of the decorations and place them on top of the drawers and hang the rest on my walls. Lastly, I take my new grey bed sheets and blue comforter and place them neatly on the bed. Oh, and you can't forget the blue and grey pillows that go with the bedding.

While I was setting up some of the final touches, I began to wonder what exactly happened to Jonah and his injury. He already told me the basic details about it but he never really explained it to me. I pace the room debating about whether I should ask him more about it or not.

The main reason I was debating about asking is because he might have had some traumatic time going through it, and I wouldn't want to make him upset talking about it. However, if i'm living with him, he might as well tell me at some point in time right?

After pacing and debating for 5 long minutes, I finally decide to go out to the living room and ask Jonah more about his injuries.

I Found, to be continued...