--Someone's POV-

"How about you? Are you not going home yet?" Grandma asked the well-groomed child.

They are walking on the pavement. It's not winter yet, yet the cold can still be felt.

"What is your name again?" Grandma asked the child.

"Knight," he answered.

Grandma smiled at him sweetly. "Nice to meet you, Knight."

The child simply smiled.

"So when are you going to go home?"

"Mom will pick me up. I'll call her. " He said.

"Why? Where was she? "

"She's busy ...