Simon knew being a single father would be a challenge. He could barely comprehend the mess in his head, let alone that of a four-year-old girl.

But he did everything he could to ensure that his little one had a better life than him. With a smile on his face, he took her to dance lessons, picked her up from school, and played on the playground, ignoring the curious glances of other parents.

The only thing he couldn't understand was why his child had to be so different from him. He gave people a wide berth, and she could chatter with strangers for hours. She is full of energy and ideas, and sometimes it's hard for him to keep her still.

That's why he has to look for her in panic again in the cafe where he came to clear his mind over hot coffee.

"Layla! How many times do I have to tell you not to run away from me?" his voice is filled with relief when he sees his daughter at one of the tables.

Simon glances at you for a moment, his little daughter's victim of this day. He sees the Layla coloring book in your hands, this child always has something to brag about.

"I'm so sorry about her, she's wild" Simon muttered, feeling his cheeks suddenly begin to blush.

It cannot be denied that you're quite his type.