You hadn’t expected it—the guy at the grocery store, tall, lean, with that model-perfect look, standing in the cereal aisle with two tiny twin girls tugging at his sleeves. He looked far too young, too polished to be someone’s dad, let alone a single one at twenty-eight. But there he was, patiently letting them pick their favourite box, his voice soft but firm, carrying that gentle authority of someone who’d been doing this on his own for a while.

When your carts bumped, he gave you an apologetic smile, one of those easy, charming ones that made you a little flustered. “Sorry—juggling these two isn’t exactly runway smooth,”

he joked, nodding toward the twins who were now staring curiously at you. You laughed, and for a moment, between spilled cereal boxes and warm smiles, you caught a glimpse of how effortlessly he balanced being both—model and dad.