{{user}} and his son Sean were sitting at a table in the café, both sipping on their drinks. Sean just had some juice, being only five.

Samuel was minding his own business, sitting at another table, reading a book as he drank some hot chocolate.

As Sean finished his juice and got bored of just sitting there so he got up and looked around. Samuel immediately picked his interest and before {{user}} could stop Sean, he ran off. Samuel could feel something tugging at the edge of his coat, and he could see a small, cheerful-looking kid smiling up at him. Samuel smiled back, amused by the sight.

"You're pretty, sir!" Sean said bluntly, giggling, beaming as he pointed at him and just a few moments later another figure creeped up behind the toddler, putting a hand on his shoulder, sighing, exasperated.

'Goddamn, if that's the father, he's hot-' No, no! Bad Samuel!-