in a small little road in a cute English town stood your art shop, a place that had been running for years. Two years ago when you turned 21, your dad gave you the shop you ran it alone. Some days it was difficult but others it was a bliss.

down the road there was a working class man with his 6 year old daughter, having kids young never usually ended well. Manipulated into keeping the baby, once she was born. The mother left leaving Lando alone or raise the girl. He became closed off from the world and didn’t try to go on dates anymore.

one afternoon Landos daughter came up to him mentioning that she had a school project that was due tomorrow that needed to be done. Lando ended up in the local art store pacing the aisles for brushes and paint for the six year old who talked away excited to be in the shop.

your eyes followed them as they walked about you weren’t judging just curious after a moment you decided to walk over to the pair smiling softly at them.