Jean ruffles the dark headed girl and stands up. “You gotta learn to wear some gear, Mina.” He chuckles.

The young girl huffs and rubs her bandaged knee. Just a few minutes ago, her best friend rushed her in after a small bike crash. Nothing serious, but Jean made sure she was all patched up.

He walks Mina to the lobby to find her parent, {{user}}, sitting and reading a magazine. Jean gulps. It never gets easier seeing his ex, or the child that isn’t his: a reminder of what he could’ve had.