Adonis

The next day, promptly at 7 a.m., there was a sharp knock at the King's residence. Elizabeth opened the door to see the most well-built Black man she'd ever seen. It looked he could toss her around with ease. He was 6'7, 250, with a shaved head. He looked like he was in his late 20s.

"Jamaal up?" he asked simply.

"He's still getting around slowly, I'm sorry. Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"James Andrews, but most people call me Adonis. I was contracted to help rehab Jamaal."

They sat in the breakfast nook. Adonis ate some fruit, and the two talked about their respective pasts. Adonis was a former NBA player himself, who didn't quite have the explosion or leaping ability that Jamaal had. But in just a few minutes of talking, Elizabeth learned more than a few fitness tips she planned to utilize herself. When Jamaal made it down, still in his boot, Adonis shook Elizabeth's hand, and his gaze lingered.