Marvin drops the pack of flour he’s holding. Of all the people he could have seen, he didn’t expect it to be you, his ex…. With a child?

The kid looks about 2, which is how long ago you two broke up, but it can’t possibly be his kid, can it?

“Umm, {{user}}?” I asks, grabbing your attention as he picks up the thankfully not ripped bag of flour.