“You were smiling at those kids. Not your camera smile, though. Your real one.” “They’re funny.” I looked at him. “I mean, I’m sure their parents don’t think it’s funny that they’re running around, but I think it is. They’re so innocent. They ask for what they want without thinking about what others will say about it.” “You like kids?” Sebastian asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. “Yeah, I do,” I told him.
