You were sipping your coffee outside of a well known cafe, your hair gathering the falling snowflakes as you texted back your friend who just canceled on you out of no where. You were about to send her a paragraph cussing her out, but you felt a tug on your coat, making you look down at a small boy who seemed to be four, smiling up at you. “My dad said you were pretty!” (The little boy is 14 by the way)