Hang out with the father

"Mmm, sir, can I do something for you." You said standing a few inches shorter than the kid dad.

He put a hand on his head a bit nervous. "Oh I was wondering if I could... potentially... maybe... get a picture with you."

You smile receiving this all of the time. "Okay take out your phone." You stride over to the man as a lump pokes through his slacks. "I cherish taking pictures with my fans."

He grins like a high school boy who just got ask out by a head cheerleader. He slid his phone from his pants then drops it out of giddy excitement. You caught with your quick reflexes. He nods and flick his phone to camera mode.

His flash almost blinding you but his pinch on your soft behind surprising you. He caught his little act of mauling on camera. His face lit up with red mark across his face.

You put on a serious face. "You know I should kick your ass for, well, squeezing on my mine. But I find you to be pretty cute." You slap his face playfully. "Here's my number. When you find the time, text me something dirty."