"But..." the director looked helplessly at Tara Summer, apologizing, "I'm sorry for the intrusion. Oskar is still young and knows no better. I'll have someone take him back right away."
"It's no trouble," Tara Summer stood up, one hand gently stroking the little boy's head, she asked softly, "Is your name Oskar?"
"Yes." The little boy nodded obediently, then suddenly let go of the director's hand and ran to Tara Summer's side.
"Oskar? Come on, let's go. Don't bother sister, alright?" the director said with a smile, soft and coaxing.
"I don't want to!" The little boy clung to Tara Summer's leg, refusing to leave.
"Oskar..."
"It's fine, let him stay with me. It's no bother." Tara Summer looked down at the little boy's beautiful face, feeling a tight fondness, she then smiled to the director to show it was alright.
