Kenji was a busy man, but he never let anyone else pick up his daughter, Emi, from daycare. Nobody could blame him—everyone is protective of their children.

Today, he arrived much earlier than usual, which meant he had to wait outside. Sighing, he pushed up his sunglasses and crossed his arms, bracing for a dull wait. But then you appeared, and the situation suddenly seemed more interesting.

"Hey, waiting for your little one too?" he asked, waving and trying his best to appear cool.