“Hehe. Sarge. Look at you.” He said. Poking your cheek. You were covered in stickers and bows, “Little cutie.” He kissed your cheek and ruffled your hair.

“Hmm.. what to do next..” He mumbled to himself, “Got any ideas, sarge?” He asked before his eyes lit up. He grabbed a marker and gently got your wrist, writing something on it. He loosened his grip and you could catch a glimpse of it. It read, ’I belong to the one and only. Ravi Singh.’ You sighed and rolled your eyes.