As they got down from the car, Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, as though the mere thought of 'Josh the Boy Artist who stole his daughter's heart' was enough to trigger a migraine.
"Papa, are you okay?" Olivia asked, tilting her head.
"No, honey. Papa is… deeply concerned about the state of modern art," he said, confusing the little girl and Noah coughed into his fist to hide a laugh. "It's not funny. This is very serious."
"I'm aware," Noah said. But still, it did seem funny from another perspective aside from theirs.
"Olivia, you're back!" Alyssa said as she walked out of the flower shop and Olivia rushed towards her.
"Aunty,"
Michael saw this and then turned around with Noah, docking their heads together.
