It was probably the first ti a boy had ordered a girl’s al at their shop.
Hannah took a bite and found it very tasty, fresh and not greasy. Seeing Arnold Simmons not eating, she curiously asked, "Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like it?"
Arnold Simmons tugged at the corner of his mouth, word by word, "Do you think I should like it?"
Hannah thought for a mont, her hand gripping the spoon tightened, and her gaze was also careful, "Did I order the wrong thing?"
She pursed her lips and also put down her spoon, her voice filled with guilt and unease, "If you don’t like it, we can change to another place."
Looking pitiful as she spoke, she even glanced at his expression.
Just like a sad little cat who has done sothing wrong, fuzzy and soft, who could bear to bla her?
What else could Arnold Simmons do but compromise, "I don’t dislike it."
"Really?" Her eyes finally regained so brightness, but then dimd again, "You don’t have to force yourself, it’s okay if you don’t like it."
Arnold Simmons picked up the spoon and took a bite, "No, it’s very tasty."
The smile finally returned to the young girl’s face, "If you like it, we can have another bowl later, I’m worried it won’t be enough for you."
Arnold Simmons was about to refuse without thinking, but looking into those pure eyes, he swallowed back his refusal, "Okay."
He was defeated...
In the mont Hannah lowered her eyes, a cunning smile appeared.
Like a fox that had achieved its cunning plan.
When leaving the dessert shop, the clerk also gave them two dolls from the al set.
One was a little girl with flowing hair and a cherry blossom tucked behind her ear, the other was Little White sitting on the ground wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue.
Hannah took one look and loved them imnsely.
Arnold Simmons, holding the Little White that wasn’t even as big as his palm, asked the clerk, "These two are a pair?"
The clerk nodded and also took out the box they were in, "This pair of porcelain dolls were custom-made by our manager. The original design is of Little White watching the girl dance, safeguarding her."
On the package box, amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms, the young girl dances joyfully, with Little White by her side wagging its tail and watching her.
Like a guardian.
Arnold Simmons placed the dog aside with a bit of disdain.
The clerk continued: "These are also a couple’s set."
Arnold Simmons took the dog back, "Can I buy the box?"
The clerk smiled, "No need, they were ant to be given to you both."
As they left the shop, Hannah was still looking at the little porcelain dolls in her hand.
Arnold Simmons looked at his Little White in the box, then at the porcelain doll in Hannah’s hand, and his lips curled up, "Is it that beautiful?"
"It’s beautiful." Hannah lifted up the porcelain doll in her hand against the sunlight.
Under the sunlight, the doll’s smile beca even more brilliant and radiant, the fluttering skirt, the pale cherry blossoms, and...
"Can you take out your Little White to have a look?"
Hannah looked up at the young man beside her.
The young man walked on the side closer to the fence, his shoulder carrying a backpack full of howork, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the gift box just given by the clerk.
In the box, the Little White dog sat alone, foolishly smiling at the spot that should have held the little girl.
The more Arnold Simmons looked, the more furrowed his brow beca.
"What is there to look at in this after all?"
Hannah placed the gift box on the stone table in the park.
Reviews
All reviews (0)