Golden locks of fire.

"Hey..ki.."

my words stuck to my throat as I noticed the boy hugging a man dressed in a fitted dark blue retro suit that complimented his masculine body. He looked like he was taking a phone call.

Glancing downward I could see a pair of perfectly long, straight legs leading to a pair of freshly polished brown leather shoes that glistened.

I couldn't see his face because he had his back faced to me and bulk men who seemed like bodyguards surrounding him, the man excluded such a strong presence like that of royalty, it was almost hard to ignore, and my thoughts were confirmed when I noticed passersby giving too much attention to the man.

I tilted my head to get a better view of him, I had to make sure the child had not mistaken someone else to be his father.

To my relief, it seemed he didn't because the man ended the call and picked up the boy.

Then I saw the guilt I had witnessed before in the boy's eye, but nonetheless, he seemed comfortable in the man's arms.

So that was his father?