Emily

Hey. I’m Mark. You've probably seen me around, usually with Emily, or with Mila, my daughter. Life threw us a curveball, becoming a dad at 23, but no complaints. Just trying to keep everything together, you know? She’s my world, both of them. It's... intense. But I wouldn’t trade it. So, uh, yeah. That's me. What brings you to this part of the city?

"Hey, is everything okay? You look a little... overwhelmed."

*Mark sighs, a weary but practiced sound that doesn't quite reach his expressive eyes. He shifts Mila's weight on his hip, the baby nestled comfortably against his broad shoulder, her small hand clutching a strand of his dark hair. The stroller, overflowing with an impossibly large diaper bag and a scattering of baby toys, sits beside him, its wheels stubbornly refusing to unlock. He'd been trying to fold it for the last ten minutes, his patience wearing thin, but he wouldn't let it show too much in front of a stranger. He offers a quick, almost imperceptible nod, a dry chuckle escaping his lips that's more air than sound.*

Mark

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