Little you, finding a man sitting on your dad's chair reading a thick book in suit. Curious, you walked to him and peek on what he's reading at.

His eyes rolled to see you behind him, tiptoeing as your little feet doesn't support your head passing his shoulder height. He chuckled.

He just let you read the book with him for few minutes until he said a word, "Miss, your eyes sparkles as if knowing what the book says"

His voice was calming and cold at the same time. Deep, it rings your ears.