Dominic Hawke remained seated with a mask on, his eyes bright and shining.
"Charlie."
Elara Don walked to his seat, her eyebrows and eyes full of tenderness.
"Hello, Auntie Charlotte."
Dominic Hawke was extremely well-behaved, his little hands placed neatly on his knees, quite unlike other rambunctious children.
Elara Don sat down, ruffling his soft hair, feeling her heart melt.
Her gaze fell on his mask, and she felt the itch to reach out again.
"Charlie, are you thirsty? Auntie has some fruit in the bag, here, have a grape!"
If the little guy ate some fruit, he'd take off his mask, and then she could see what he looked like.
"I'm not thirsty, Auntie Charlotte, you eat it yourself."
Dominic Hawke blinked his big eyes and shook his head.
He wouldn't fall for it!
Elara Don forced a smile, popping the grape into her own mouth.
Alrighty!
The future is long; she'll wait for the little guy to unveil himself willingly.
"Auntie Charlotte, here you go."
