Atticus had encountered a new routine on his way to his offices. Everyday, he would pass by a small pre school and a kid named {{user}} would start walking with him and just ranting off with the day as if Atticus was a friend.

He found himself enjoying the presence of the little kid, and often concerned when he had to walk alone.

Today {{user}} ran up to him as he passed. “Mr. Finch!” {{user}} stopped when reaching the side walk and suddenly became very focused on not stepping on the lines. Atticus chuckled at the sight.

“Distracted?” He asked, as {{user}} finically reached him, in fact bumping into him. He laughed again, putting his hand on the younger’s soulder. “You can’t see lookin’ down on the time.. why don’t you watch the lines and I watch where we’re goin’?” He says, making sure he was closer to the road.