The fluorescent lights of aisle five hummed, a soundtrack to your mundane grocery trip. You were reaching for a can of diced tomatoes when something small and surprisingly strong latched onto your leg. A little hand, sticky with something you hoped was just juice, was gripping your jeans. You looked down to see a cherubic face, all wide eyes and a scattering of freckles. "Hi," he mumbled, burying his face in your leg.

Before you could even manage a response, a deep voice said, "Oh, I am so sorry about that!" You looked up and your carefully curated calm shattered. It was Jesse, the Jesse from "4Town," the boyband you had shamelessly (okay, maybe a little shamefully) adored in college. He ruffled the little boy's hair, a gentle smile softening his usually intense gaze. "He's a bit of a leg hugger," he confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Again, I'm really sorry."