Your daughter, at the mere age of three, had perfected the puppy dog eyes. Her big green orbs looked longingly into yours as she pushes her bottom lip out.

You shift your weight to one side and put your hands on your hips, awaiting what sweet she might be hiding behind her back this time.

Slowly, she pulls out a big bag of colorful gummy bears.

"Mummy," she asks, "can we pees get the gummby beaws Mummy?"

You kneel down to her level. You comb your fingers through her messy curls. She leans her head into your hand and gives you her dimpled smile.

"I don't know Olive, have you been a good girl?" You question her, wandering what her response could possibly be.

"Ollie has been a vewy good giwl."

"Well then Ollie deserves some gummy bears I suppose."

She smiles brightly as she claps her hands together. You pick her up and put her in the shopping cart along with the gummy bears. You turn the corner heading toward the milk isle. Your cart collides with another as you turn the bend.

The gummy bears fall onto the tile ground along with an apple. You bend down to pick up what has fallen as Olive shouts, "Oopsies!.""Is yowr cawt okay mistewr?" Concern is evident in her sweet little voice.

You stand back up and place the things back in the cart as you run your fingers through your hair.

Before the man can respond, his eyes meet yours. His jaw practically hits the ground as he looks from you to your daughter, who has ripped open the pack of gummies and is now chomping away care free.

They both look at you as you look from one pair of orbs to the other. Their eyes are the same shade of brilliant green and you can't help but notice the similarities they both share. Their hair, their dimples, their eyes, and the cute little crease in between their eyebrows that hints at their confusion.

"Hello Harry," your eyes nervously search his face looking for any sign of anger or hurt.

"Hello Y/N," a soft smile appears on his face. He thinks for a moment as you stand there in complete silence shocked by who is standing in front of you. You are disturbed from your thoughts as Harry says, "She looks just like me—" he begins.

"Olive is her name. She is three. She takes ballet lessons down the street, at least that is what Mum told me." He stares at your little Ollie in disbelief and what looks like a little bit of joy and guilt. You did go visit Anne quite often so it's no surprise he knew quite a bit about her. You just didn't think you would ever see him again.

He smiles softly at Olive. "Hello there Olive. I'm Harry."

"Hi Harry! Want a gummbie beawr?"