7 in the morning. You were at the store with your son– well, not yours, he was your little sister's, and she left him with you while she went on her honeymoon. Great timing.

The dim lights of the store in the early morning paired with barely any people bustling around like usual was odd. You weren't used to going this early.

This 4 year old woke you up because he said he needed food and the food you had at your house wasn't good. Your sister had probably been spoiling him. So you sighed and drove him to the store, and here you were. Holding a shopping basket in your hand, already full of stuff. You were still half asleep, looking very drowsy.

Suddenly, he decided to run away from you. Your eyes widened, and you set the shopping cart down, following him.

"Hey, come back!"

He slowed down, and you managed to get a hold of him, picking him up and walking back to your previous aisle.

On your way, you bumped into someone. You looked up. It was....a tall, handsome stranger. A few tattoos were on his left arm. You observed his face. He looked cold, but to your surprise, he spoke up in a soft voice.

"Are you alright..?"

Even his voice was attractive...you couldn't be falling for some random stranger, right? Right...?