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Going shopping alone was pain enough for poor Durbe. But when he had to take his two sons, Alit and Vector, with him, it was even less fun. He kept his focus on the shopping list, trying to ignore the two boys' constant whines. "Dad, Vector said he's gonna kill me!" "Dad, Alit's lying again!" "Dad, Vector took my candy!" "Dad, Alit's being a jerk!" "Dad!" "Dad!" "Dad!" Durbe had the uncanny ability to ignore them, and to tell when they were up to something. He would pull Vector away from the candy section, and he would have to make Alit drop the bag of chips he was clinging to. He was used to this, but it was still such a pain. Eventually, the boys would quiet down if Durbe largely ignored them. He breathed a sigh of relief when the bickering quietened down to occasional muttered comments. But this time, it was just silence. He took a moment to enjoy the peace, before finally realising. His sons had run off. Again. He abandoned the cart for a moment to go and find them. It wouldn't take long to find them, he was certain. He rushed through aisles, listening out for his sons, but they were silent. No sniggering, or laughing, or loud talking. Durbe couldn't find them. Thoughts rushed into his mind. What if they had been kidnapped? What if they ran out of the store and ended up ran over by a car or— "Excuse me." Someone placed their hand on the panicked Durbe's shoulder, startling him. He turned around to face them. They were a youngish man, possibly around his age, with long blond hair. They seemed friendly enough. "Are these two boys yours?" He stepped to the side to reveal two boys huddled together, sniggering. But once they looked up and saw Durbe, they froze. He frowned down at them. Alit bowed his head in shame, but Vector kept on laughing to himself. The older brother was such a terrible influence on the poor younger one. "Yes, they are, thank you," Durbe said. The two boys awkwardly shuffled to stand next to their father. It was quiet for a few moments. "You're pretty," Alit piped up. "Alit, don't be weird." Vector whacked his brother on the arm, making him huff. "Ah, so." Durbe readjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "Thank you very much for finding them," he said again. "It was nothing," the other man said. He turned back to his own cart. "My name is Mizael. Perhaps we'll meet again someday." With that, Mizael left. He was weirdly mysterious, and weirdly attractive. Alit and Vector tugged on their dazed father's shirt, whining about wanting dinner. Durbe snapped back to reality. He shouldn't have thought of strangers like that. With the other two in tow, he finished the shopping. A part of him wished he could have gotten to know Mizael a little better. -- A couple of weeks later, the weather was nice. This meant Alit and Vector were begging their father for a trip to the park. Durbe figured that, if they released their pent-up energy at the park, nothing at home would be broken. And they would have slept well that night. So Durbe agreed. He sat on the bench as he watched the two boys play on the swings and the jungle gym, making sure Vector didn't hurt Alit. Again. That boy could have been so spiteful. Maybe he would grow out of it eventually. "It's nice seeing you again." Durbe jumped in his seat at the sudden voice. He readjusted his glasses and glanced over at the stranger. He recognised this stranger, though, vaguely. It was that mysterious man from the store. Mizael? That sounded about right. "Durbe," he blurted out. Mizael looked at him, confused. "That's my name. I'm Durbe. I don't think I told you last time." Mizael still seemed friendly enough. He was leaning over the back of the bench, talking to Durbe. Eventually, he decided he would be staying long enough to sit down next to Durbe. They sat close enough to each other for their knees to touch. The two of them talked for a while, sitting together on the bench. Durbe honestly couldn't remember what they were talking about. All he could remember was how nice a smile Mizael had, and how pleasant his laugh was. Maybe he had a little crush. Maybe. But he wasn't going to say anything about it. His sons, however, had other plans. "It's that guy again!" Vector shouted. "Is he gonna be our new dad?" Alit asked loudly. Durbe immediately apologised for their rude outburst. Kids could be so intrusive and rude and they had strange ideas. Surely Mizael would have understood. Mizael didn't say anything. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out of it. He grabbed Durbe's wrist. This caused him to panic for a moment, and he tried to break free of the grip. Yet there was something gentle about the way Mizael was holding his wrist. Once Durbe stopped struggling, Mizael pulled up Durbe's sleeve. The object in his hand was clearly a pen. He wrote a number on his arm, before clicking his pen shut and getting up. "I'll see you around, Durbe," he said, before walking away. If there was any way Durbe's face could be any hotter at that point, he didn't want to know about it. He looked over at his sons, who had been watching the scene in silence and wonder. He swore he saw sparkles in their eyes. He rolled down his sleeves and waved them off to go back to playing. Durbe would try that number later.

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