"Alright then!" Kris Cooper patted the spot beside him. "Come here."
"Why?"
The man raised an eyebrow slightly. Fearing he might change his mind, Vera reluctantly got up and sat next to him. No sooner had she settled than the man's hand reached over, offering her the yogurt.
"I don't like this flavor. You have it!"
What a provocation!
Vera Wave glanced at him, snatched the yogurt from his hand, and unceremoniously drank a mouthful.
Peach-flavored, and he even despises it. He has such poor taste.
She hadn't eaten much for dinner, so she was already quite hungry. In just a few gulps, Vera finished the yogurt, her eyes then fixing eagerly on the Blueberry Mousse on the table.
Noticing her expression, Kris Cooper reached out, took a notepad, and handed it to her.
"Write!"
Licking the yogurt from the corner of her lips, Vera dejectedly wrote out an IOU for him.
