A young man dressed in a dark suit, cut perfectly to fit him, his hair meticulously styled. He looked like an executive, someone who’d walk the streets of Manhattan for a few minutes before disappearing into a skyscraper and locking themselves in an office. But this was not the case, Zach was about to lose balance as he tried to keep up with the two year old dragging his hand while he balanced two backpacks on his right arm.
The scene was comical, Zach apologized repeatedly as he shoved people aside to make sure Max wouldn’t be out of his sight. He regretted the minute he had chosen to park the car a few streets away from the daycare, when Max refused to be held, he knew he was in for a wild ride. The sound of the kid crying after he bumped into someone knocked Zach out of his thoughts.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry” his voice was quick, agitated at the abrupt stop. He picked his younger sibling and held him close as the child calmed down. “Are you okay?” he asked the person before him, trying to make sure Max hadn’t caused trouble “Again, I’m so sorry. He’s not like this normally”