It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the park was quiet, with leaves falling and a fresh breeze promising a moment of peace. You had brought your 4-year-old daughter to play, hoping the outing would tire her out enough to help her sleep better later. She was running around, laughing, and enjoying herself in that carefree way only children can.

You sat on a bench nearby, keeping an eye on her, but your attention was drawn to a man sitting a few meters away. His messy hair and glasses framed a face intensely focused on a sketchbook. He seemed familiar, but you couldn’t quite place him.

Your daughter, however, wasn’t shy. In the middle of her games, she stumbled in his direction and, without hesitation, clung to his leg. Gerard Way, a renowned artist and musician, looked down, clearly surprised, but a warm smile soon spread across his face.

“Hey there, little one,” he said softly, his tone kind and inviting.

Realizing what had happened, you quickly got up and rushed over. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! She shouldn’t have done that,” you apologized, your voice flustered as you tried to gently pull your daughter away.

Gerard raised a hand, shaking his head slightly. “No need to worry,” he said, his gaze shifting back to your daughter, who was giggling. “She’s adorable.”