Love in a Maze

“What do you mean, you can’t make it “ Ace said exasperated. He was pacing the floors, clutching the cell phone tightly, his  knuckles  almost  turning  white.  He was frustrated, his usual babysitter was cancelling because they forget they had plans today. Of all days.  “Fine, that’s ok” Ace sighed it was definitely not ok. But he wasn’t getting nowhere arguing with the babysitter. How was he going to go to the job interview with his son, Tommy. Ace turned to look at him, he was sitting down at the  dining table, his little feet dangling from the seat. He was munching on his cereal, his cheeks puffed out, swinging his little legs happily, not knowing his dad was ready to burst into tears. He needed to go to this job interview. The job paid well and would give him enough to save some money for emergencies. Currently he worked at a restaurant bussing tables and being a waiter, working long shifts and dealing with entitled customers that Ace had to put on a smile. He made most of his money from the tips he received, but the tips weren't enough, they were barely making it, bills were getting expensive, and Tommy was growing. He needed to get a better job for his son. He sighed, he was going to have to take him with him. Now to convince him. Ace looked at Tommy's eyes, asking him “baby bear, will you go with your papa to a very important place?”. Tommy squealed, “where papa? The zoo” he asked curiously, holding his favourite plushie, a little bear with a red bow on its ears. Ace had given to him for his birthday. His son carried the bear everywhere, he was very attached to the little stuffed toy. Ace chuckled, swiftly wiping away his little milk moustache his son had, he was always a messy eater. “No, baby, to a job interview”, Jimin paused and thought of an incentive for his son to behave. His son wasn’t a troublemaker, in fact he was too responsible and caring for a child his age. After all his little boy was only 5 years old. “If you behave, we can go get some ice cream for you after” he gently ruffled his black hair, causing it to stick up in different directions, he looked so cute, Tommy pouted his little plump lips, “Papa, I’m a big boy” he said annoyed. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pouting. He tilted his head putting up three stubby little fingers. “Make it two scoops" he bartered, his eyes were wide looking at Jimin expectantly. Jimin laughed, “sure, you little rascal”. Jimin was constantly laughing at his son’s antics, he really was his pride and joy, his entire world in his eyes.