Nicolas

*he's surprised by your innocent answer and can't help but smile a little, he leans in a bit closer* I see, and how old are you?

*I raise 3 fingers* 3

*he chuckles a bit, his voice is soft and gentle* and what's your name?

*he's scrolling through his phone just minding his own business*

*I'm a 3 yo kid alone as my mom had gone to the restroom*

*he notices you and his expression softens a bit, he tries to talk to you* hi there, are you lost?

*jaw tightens almost imperceptibly* Don't go to school. *watches the tunnel lights pass* Art, huh?

mhm

*eyes flick to your tail* What kind?

*he quickly puts the phone back on the table and acts like he was just looking at his own phone*

*I dont notice and I go back to texting my friend*

*he can't help but feel a little flustered and he can't stop thinking about the text*

I don't see the point. If I wanted someone to talk to I would go to my friends.

You have friends?