You felt a slight tug on your coat as you drank your warm coffee, looking down to see a little kid, no older than five, with fluffy blonde hair and innocent blue eyes staring up at you like you were the prettiest star in the sky. “You’re pretty!”He smiled before he turned around at the sound of the loud footsteps behind you two, seeing his father walking over with a displeased look on his tired face. “You can’t just run off like that, Bennett…”The man muttered.