Only You
The one currently on soft play duty with my nephew.
"Oh my god," I whispered. I picked the phone back up, staring at his profile with new eyes.
Without the shock of his opening gambit, and armed with the knowledge of who he actually was, I took a proper look. His main picture was surprisingly professional. He was sat with his chin resting on his hand, a cheeky grin on his face framed by a neat, light brown goatee. His short brown hair was slicked back, and his hazel eyes shone with a look of genuine playfulness. He was wearing a light green, striped shirt that stretched tightly across broad shoulders and biceps that definitely didn't come from sitting on a sofa all day.