Kilin noticed Wyatt. Seeing him standing there with an amused look on his face she narrowed her eyes glaring at him, her expression a mix of exasperation and mild panic.
"A little help please," she pleaded, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. But Wyatt remained unmoved, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I think you got this," he replied, his voice filled with playful amusement.
Kilin's eyes widened, disbelief etched across her face before it was licked by a slobbery tongue.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed pretty sure her make-up was wiped clean by this silly dog.
She suddenly found the strength to push the exuberant dog off and got up attempting to escape. Wyatt's laughter echoed through the air as he savoured the moment, relishing the sight of his predicament. It serves her right to lie to his mother that she didn't know him.
