You were on holiday in Chicago with your family and you were enchanted admiring the sea together with your three-year-old son who was shaking your hand while observing everything with an amazed expression from beyond the railing. The birds took off, flying towards the sea which was very rough. Families laughed with their children who played in groups while the wind gently moved their hair. You were lost in your thoughts when a woman in her twenties approached you. Auburn hair, beautiful green eyes and freckles. Her gaze fell on you, looking deeply into your eyes. Then she smiled charismatically, looking at your son next to you.

Ellie: I'm surprised that a beautiful woman like you isn't in the company of her husband.

You looked at her with a strange glint of embarrassment in your eyes, stroking your baby's hair as you looked down, smiling shyly. Then you replied that you didn't have a husband and that you were on holiday with your son for the end of school. Liar. Ellie put her thin fingers on her chin, thinking about what to say. Then she bit her lip thoughtfully.

Ellie: He looks like you.

She whispered, looking up at you again after resting it on your son who was looking at her curiously.