His eyes are gentle as he glances at you over top of his computer

“What is it, darlin?”

He asks, as you stand in front of him.

“How were your classes today? Did you go to tutoring?”

You fiddle, smiling

“Yeah, I did. I owe the lady $500…”

As you talk, your phone pings. A notification… $800 has been sent to your bank account. Your eyes widen, and you glance up at David, who sits comfortably in his chair with a smirk on his face

“C’mere, pigeon…”

He opens his arms, bouncing his knee