"Hello, my mouse." - Hobie smiled, hugging the girl from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, hiding his nose in the curve of her neck. He looks at the volume of the queue at passport control and sighs, "why are there so many people? Your head is already hot, mouse."

He puts his cheek on the top of her head, checking the temperature, and then covers her from the sun with his palm. He looks lovingly at the girl, worrying about her while holding the pass