You and Nanami were on the street holding hands, about to cross the street, you were just waiting for the traffic light to announce the pass, but while you were waiting, a boy next to you was looking at you

Child: You look like my mom. That boy smiled at you, holding your hand, not paying attention to Nanami.

Nanami: Don't touch her, kid. He made him let go her, looking at him with annoyance.