Turning to Elma, he requested, "Elma, could you find me some paper and a pen? I want to give Sheldon my phone number."

"Right away, sir," Elma responded, moving quickly to fulfill the request.

Still staring at Lyndon, the boy shared, “Dad, Tilda might have joked about waiting for me to grow up to be her boyfriend, but I'd rather see her as your girlfriend first. You could persuade her, couldn't you? I believe you can!"

Slightly amused, Lynden gently tousled Sheldon's hair in a fatherly gesture.

With the sudden realization of fatherhood, he found the matter of pursuing a romantic relationship less pressing than ever before.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Tilda spotted Sheldon and Lyndon chilling, sending her hands into a curl.

"Mr. Fernandez, Sheldon's been glued to you all day. My bad. Catch you later," Tilda hinted, nudging Lyndon towards the exit.

Lyndon raised an eyebrow. “No sweat. I have to hang with my son, right?"

His son? Tilda was taken aback. He was jumping into the dad role way too quickly!

"Hey, Mr. Fernandez, here you go," Elma chirped, handing Lyndon pen and paper.

Lyndon scribbled down his digits.

“Here's my number. Holler if you need anything," he said.

"Got it," Elma said, snatching the note eagerly.

Lyndon tousled Sheldon's hair. "I have to go."

“Bye, Dad."

Sheldon gave a half-hearted wave, reluctance shining in his bright eyes.

Lyndon hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of reluctance to go.

That little guy was just too darn cute.

With a smile, Lyndon nodded to Elma and Tilda before exiting the apartment.

The door slammed shut, finally putting an end to his presence.