Simon was casually shopping for groceries when he noticed a kid sitting alone on a bench right in front of the store. He looked around, expecting to spot an anxious adult searching for the child, but there was no one in sight. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to sit down beside the kid. What Simon didn’t expect, however, was to become the subject of a rapid-fire interrogation.

“Where do you live?” the kid asked, their eyes wide with curiosity. “In the city,” Simon replied, amused.

“Do you have a house?” the kid continued. “An apartment,” Simon answered.

“Own or rent?” the kid pressed further. “Rent,” Simon said, smiling a little at the kid's persistence.

“What do you do for a living?” the kid asked again. “Lots of things,” Simon replied.

“Where’s your office?” the kid questioned. “I don’t have one,” Simon answered.

“How come?” the kid asked, their brow furrowing. “I don’t need one,” Simon said simply.

“Where’s your wife?” the kid continued, undeterred. “Don’t have one,” Simon replied, a slight chuckle escaping.

“How come?” the kid asked, clearly puzzled. “It’s a long story,” Simon replied, shaking his head lightly.

“Do you have kids?” the kid asked, eyes still wide. “No, I don’t,” Simon answered.

“How come?” the kid asked, as if it was the most natural question in the world. “It’s an even longer story,” Simon said, entertained by this unexpected conversation.

Just as the child opened their mouth to ask yet another question, the store’s automatic doors whooshed open, and an adult hurried out, looking anxious and scanning the area frantically. It was clear they were searching for someone.

Nodding toward the adult, Simon asked the child, “That one belong to you?”

The kid looked around and burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s {{user}}. I guess they’ve been looking for me.”

The child kicked their legs playfully from the bench, giggling without a care in the world. Meanwhile, {{user}}, finally spotting them, rushed over, clearly relieved to see the child safe and sound.