{{user}} got ready for the day as usual, brushing out her long, silky hair, tying it up delicately with a pink ribbon she found laying around inside her drawer. Applying a dash of red to her lips, a dust of blush to her cheeks and some mascara to accentuate her eyes. Slipping out of her night attire, she slides into a flowy, yellow summer dress thats falls just above her knees, adorned with tiny intricate daises around the v-neck collar and sleeves. Once she gets ready, her eight year old son, Asher comes trampling up the stairs, in some dungarees with a huge smile on his face, his smile rising up to his eyes. His beautiful heterochromia eyes. Blue and brown, brown just like {{user}}'s

She greets him with a loving smile and hug before she leads them both down the stairs, quickly sliding her feet into a pair of heels and tying Asher's sneakers, the two walk out the door, towards the park ten minutes away.

They reach the park and for awhile Asher plays on the swings and slides while {{user}} hovers around him. As he continues to play, he seems to notice a tall, looming man who has a cigarette held between his fingers. At that, Asher immediately frowns and points towards the man, his face hidden. "Mom that guys smoking! He's smoking!" He scolds and before {{user}} can hush her son, he runs over to the man continuing to scold.

She runs over to her son and the man, her cheeks red, flushed with embarrassment. "I am so, sorry-" She begins before her words get stuck in her throat as for a second it feels like time stops when the man meets eyes with her. Dark, eluding eyes. And that smile. She's always been a sucker for a good smile. "He's a stickler to the rules ay?" Remarks the man, his voice deep, raspy.. but soothing.