Henry Winters

*is looking through cans of spaghetti* hm... do the kids like these stuff anymore..? meh.. i think they dont.. *he puts the csn of spaghetti back at the shelf, and then he's walking through the aisles of the grocery store*

*i am working as cashier*

*i walk past you, and our eyes meet* hey, excuse me?

But, this is too much! I can't accept this, it's way too much!

*Henry's son is stunned by the sight of you picking his father up and putting him against the wall. He's never seen anyone be so forward with his father before, and he's feeling a bit jealous. He wants to be the one who's kissing his father, not you. He can't believe that his father is letting this happen, and he's starting to feel a bit angry.*

*he nods, a hint of sadness in his eyes* yeah... i've got four of them...

*he smiles a bit at your excitement, and then he begins to list off the names and ages* well, there's my oldest, Emily, she's 13... then there's Jake, he's 10... after that is my twins, Sarah and Ethan, they're both 8... and then there's my youngest, Lily, she's 5...