Warnings: Close to 5K words, and over 30 pictures. Nothing else too harsh, though!
He saw the child notice him out of the corner of his eye. She approached him slowly, her gaze questioning and captivated. She stopped when she was only a few feet from him, and she tugged on a lock of her hair. “Why do you draw on your face?”
The direct disapproval in her small voice surprised him, and he looked up from his newspaper. She held one hand on her hip in a purely innocent imitation he assumed was from her mother. His lip quirked again as he lowered his paper.