Freya's p.o.v

"Excuse me?"

The man blinked, his face in a contemplating grimace. "I'm... I'm sorry. I mean nevermind," he said, looking down with his gaze fix on Junior who is now standing in front of me. "He is your son?"

"Yes, Sir. And I'm so sorry for the mishap," I apologized again, my eyes and hand gesturing at his now messy and wet shirt.

He grinned. "No. It's absolutely fine," his smile broadened. "He is such a handsome little fella by the way."

"Thank you."

He covered the bottle of water he is holding and his gaze shuffled between Junior and I. It felt quite creepy at some point...