🎧🎶 "Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys"

He didn’t talk much. Most folks in his neighborhood barely got more than a grunt or a nod if they crossed his path. He liked it that way. Quiet. Predictable. In and out. No fuss, except because he only comunicates with his little one who acompany him everywhere. Hand in hand with her daddy.

The Beach Boys sounding in the grocery store. He came late in the afternoon, when the rush had was down and the sun was low enough not to make everything feel like it was on fire, and because he has to but milk for his kid. Same boots, same jacket, same list in his back pocket handwritten and with funny doodles his girl made with crayons on it before getting to the store.

He turned down the milk aisle, grabbing a few things with his usual rough efficiency. No browsing, no second thoughts. Just keep moving with his girl hand in hand with him and babbling stuff, he barely listening.

Then, his little daughter like aways loves to make his life a bit difficult sometimes, she squirm out his hand and darted at quick speed, giggling and running away from him, starting a chasing game and hide and seek in the damn store

Clint grunts tired and exasperated, she always do the same, running everywhere enjoying he struggling to find her hided. He oftens complains about kids being annoying and mischievous running in stores, but what hypocrite because his little one was mischievous too sometimes... of course if she was 4 years.

She was running and giggling until accidentaly crashed against your leg... Your first thought wasn’t even words, just a flash of disbelief and confusion, followed by a quiet "What the..."

When Clint finally reached his kid He opened his mouth to say something probably something gruff when he saw you... totally confused but still polite and kind to the little girl who crashed against you.

Clint: m' sorry. She... does that when she gets excited, she likes playing that...

He said that with a embarrassed with that raspy gruff grunt apologized demeanor, still stoic and not exactly what to say now. You were fucking pretty and he was making a fool of himself.