The third point of view:
It was almost eleven in the night before Anabelle could get in the hospital and it was all because of a certain gangster named Julie. He had told her to show him some love and so she decided to do it with him once, but that asshole took advantage of everything and they went as far as three rounds! God, she was so sour!
"You forgot this," Julie thrust out a waterproof bag with one of his legs outside the car.
At once, Anabelle who had planned to leave without glancing at him had no choice but to turn back because she recognized what he was talking about.
With a frown, she stomped back and snatched the bag from his grip, still avoiding his gaze. Just because he bought her two jumbo size ice-cream doesn't mean that she forgave him.
"You should stop being angry, love, it doesn't fit you at all," Julie chuckled, "Moreover, didn't you enjoy it as well?"
