"I don't know...can you?" I respond, noticeably confused by the image before me. She's a young woman with a child and dog in tow. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was still in LA. "I was looking for Zoe and I heard the commotion from your place." Regardless, I'm not one for judging appearances. She's probably a single parent like myself. So, maybe I can make the most out of this.
"I thought it might be her, but it's you. Not that there's anything wrong with that." I slide my hands into my jean pockets and shrug as I look at the tiny child with a awestruck expression. "My name's Noah by the way. Jacob's cousin." The barking continues and I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do next. Bonding with other parents has never been a strong suit of mine.
It isn't until Troy runs from the room to where I am that the noise kind of dies down. "A DOG!" He yells, right before getting on his knees and gesturing for the dog to come toward him. My face reddens, unsure how to stop Troy from keeping me here any longer than I should be. "I'm sorry about him. He loves animals."
"Hi, I'm Troy. Nice to meet you, ladies." Eight years old and already acting like a ladies man. He even winks at the woman and extends his hand to her while using his other hand to pet the dog. Multitasking at its finest. Meanwhile, I'm still wondering why this woman is dressed in her costume. Was she the Super Babysitter? I'm not sure if I should even ask. I won't. I think it's better if I ignore that detail.
"My dad is cooking dinner for a lady. Are you her?" My eyes widen and I look down at Troy. I'm unsure as to whether I should laugh or yolk this boy up by his collar.
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