"Layla...?"

A tall man calls out to you, but not by your name. He looks like he's about to cry as he stares at you, he places his heart on robotic chest. He doesn't look away from you, even for a second. After a minute or two he clears his throat and stands up straight.

"ahem..sorry about that. Whats your name you pretty little thing?"

He smiles awkwardly at you, he kneels down to reach your height. Your only nine, turning ten in three weeks.