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Sawyer was a bit nervous to be honest. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't disappointed when Farid had cancelled on him. Actually disappointed didn't really cover it. He remembered be rather excited about it. He had bought the food the same day, instructed Ash not to touch any of it. He didn't tell him while, sparing himself the teasing, but he didn't want Farid to come over and for it to be anything less than smooth sailing. He grabbed his soccer ball, got all bundled up, and headed to the park early to scope out a good area for them to play. Sawyer liked the cold, so it wasn't a big deal for him to sit in it for awhile. He kicked the ball around, showed some kids how to balance it on their knee, then resigned himself to a bench. It was still early when his phone went off and he got the text. Farid couldn't make it and he promised to explain later. To be honest, he shouldn't have been surprised. He did say he had a lot to do today. So maybe he wasn't able to finish it all. Maybe it all took more time than he thought. Sawyer didn't reply, he just grabbed his stuff and sulked home.

He spent the rest of the day on the couch, letting the tv sit on without actually really watching it. He sketched for awhile and ultimately ate some Chinese that Ash left home but other than that his day was uneventful. By the time Farid texted him, he was sour from stewing in his bad mood all day so he kept his messages short and curt. He didn't want to take anything out on him but he knew it wasn't helping to be so unfriendly. By the next day he tried to reach out, be a bit nicer and soon enough they were agreeing to meet up again.

Seeing the Thanksgiving parade was more for Sophie than it was Isabelle. Knowing it would get busy in the downtown area for the days events, the blond made sure arrive a little earlier than it was scheduled to start. She walked into the area the fair was being held, Sophie in her arms. Though the little girl was struggling, making it clear she wanted to be set down. “Soph,” Isabelle said after walking further into the fair. “If I put you down, you have to hold my hand. Understand?” She asked, getting a small nod as a response. Trusting her daughter to do as she was told, she set down the almost two year old. Isabelle took a hold of one of Sophie’s mitten covered hands.

For the first ten minutes or so, Sophie seemed to be fine with holding her mother’s hand as they wandered around the fair. Looking at the different stalls dotted about. Like every child does, the little girl grew bored of it. Isabelle could tell her daughter wanted to walk on her own. It was just too busy to allow it. The blonde headed down another one of the streets lined with stalls, keeping hold of Sophie’s hand. After walking from stall to stall for a while, Isabelle noticed how this part of the fair wasn’t as busy. She leaned down to her daughter’s level, holding onto both her arms to stop her from running off. “Sweetie, if you let go of mommy’s hand you can’t run off. Okay?" Again, Isabelle got a small nod as a response.

Reluctantly, the blonde let Sophie walk slightly ahead of her. She kept looking from one stall to the little girl. Even though she was doing as she was told and staying close by to her mother. Isabelle was about to move to look at the next stall when her gaze spotted a familiar face. She had to turn her head to double check it was who she thought it was. Yep, it was Daniel. Oh, God. That was all Isabelle could think. "Sophie, come here." She suddenly found herself saying. Wanting to get out of there and avoid contact with the man.