"How's that?"
Flossie Wright squatted down, looking with interest at Flynn Reid, whose face was full of adoration.
"So cool!" Flynn Reid nodded earnestly, an unusual childlike innocence on his little face, "Can you teach me?"
"I'll teach you when I have time."
She ruffled his hair lightly, corners of her lips slightly upturned, then took Flynn Reid's small hand.
"Let's go." Looking down at Flynn Reid.
"Yes."
Flynn Reid happily nodded in agreement.
Noticing the enthusiasm of the spectators, Flossie Wright gave a hint to Glenn Hutchinson who was standing casually nearby.
It couldn't be helped, the commotion was so big that they had to leave.
Glenn Hutchinson wasn't willing to have others hovering around Flossie Wright, so without any hesitation, he took Flynn Reid's hand, ready to leave.
"Master, master..."
They had only turned around when a hesitant voice came from behind them, followed by a young man holding a skateboard who hurried over and appeared before them.
