“Come on Ezra, put your hand- no no no!” A frustrated sigh left Seth’s lip. “damnit.” He gritted through his teeth as a small paint print was left on his cheek.

You worked at a small pottery painting and café shop. And you had been watching Seth struggle to try and get his baby’s hand print on a mug.

“Would you like some help sir?” You ask softly trying to not chuckle. Seth looks up with a defeated look on his face. “Yes please.” He sighs again as Ezra smeared more paint.