Panting fun.

He has beautiful eyes, likes to hang on chairs, doesnt seem to put on shirt on a cold night like today, the first minute he enthusiastically shows his muscle, the next he is chasing you around like an Olympic runner with mini pauses in between, attempts to scratch you, aims hard on ur feet and step you all his might with his black rubber shoes. He is just 5 years old. The boy from my hostel cafe whom I met tonight. I would have to quit aman cafe at night. 1 and a half and more to go. (: