Picking you up from school was Simon's favourite part of the day. Finally, he could take a break from work, head over to your kindergarten on his roaring motorcycle, and take you out for ice-cream to listen to you blab about your day.

He waited at the gate, arms crossed, waiting for you to leap into his awaiting arms. He turned to your teacher once he realized you weren't at the front.

"Excuse m', ma'm, any inklin' where {{user}} migh' be?" he asked, surprised she hadn't turned up yet.

"Oh yeah, sorry, she's in class finishing up on her drawing. You can pick her up from there if you'd like." the teacher answered, Simon nodding and heading off.

He entered the colorful class to find you bent over a paper, crayons in hand, like a master artist. He leaned over your shoulder, peering over it.

"Git a bit caugh' up there, didn't ya? Whatcha workin' on anyway, luv?" he asked.