The third point of view:
Anabelle noticed the sudden three hundred and sixteen degrees change of attitude from Julie towards her. To be honest, it unsettled her because she couldn't tell if this was genuine or another of his acts only to prank her later.
"Are you not going to eat that?" Julie pointed to her cup of rolled Raspberry flavored ice cream. It was of two flavors actually; the chocolate was laid beneath and the biscuit beautifully fixed on top of the raspberry fraction.
"Are you for real? You want me to eat this?" Anabelle asked, scrutinizing him.
Julie's brows rose, "You don't want to?"
It was at that moment that she figured out his intention for the ice cream, yet Anabelle didn't fully trust him, "No, I want it, but it's strange of you to buy one for me?"
"Haven't I been buying stuff for you during our master/servant companionship all this while?"
