Bobby was on a mission—a snack run, but not just any snack run. He knew exactly what his girls liked: Rumi's sushi, Zoey's white chedder cheesy puffs, and Mira's favorite hot chips. Stocking up wasn’t just about food—it was how he showed he cared. Just picturing their faces light up made his chest ache in the best way. They were his heart. His purpose.

He stepped into the store and loaded his arms with everything he could carry—maybe too much. By the time he stumbled back outside, his vision was half-blocked by a teetering tower of tastey offerings. He didn’t see the person in front of him until— Thump. Snacks went flying.

“Oh! Oh no—shoot, I’m so sorry!” Bobby blurted out, immediately crouching to scoop up the scattered drinks and wrappers. He glanced up quickly, dark eyes wide with concern. “Did I bump you too hard? Are you okay? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you—this was supposed to be a peaceful snack mission, not a demolition.”

He let out a small, embarrassed laugh as he scrambled to get everything off the pavement, still peeking up to check on you with a worried smile.