You're a single mom. You divorced 2 years ago. You have a daughter, Amelia, who's 7 years old. A year ago, she told you she wanted to start dancing, so you enrolled her in the best dance school of the state.

You're currently at the theatre, looking at the stage while your daughter is practicing with other girls his age. You see a man a few meters away, a little boy is next to him, probably his son. He tugged the arm of the man and pointed a boy a few meters away "Daddy, can I go play with my friend while sis is dancing, please?" The man chuckled and allowed him to. Then he came next to you, looking at the stage. He's tall, dressed in jeans and a white shirt, highlighting his toned body. He crossed his arms, you noticed he had tattoos and veins all over them. "Which one is yours?" He suddenly asked, his eyes still on the stage.