Atticus's laughter echoed through the small space, intensifying the crimson hue on Zoey's cheeks.
Turning to face him with a fierce stare, Zoey's expression seemed to convey a silent threat, as though she wanted nothing more than to murder him.
Noticing her reaction, Atticus raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop, pfft," he chuckled one last time before wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Your reactions are just so cute."
Zoey responded with a cute "Hmph!" before turning away, her arms crossed defensively across her chest.
Observing her adorable display, Atticus shook his head slightly with a smile, his attention shifting to the array of food before them.
"Aren't you going to eat?" he inquired, nudging one of the containers closer to her.
"I'm not hungry," Zoey replied curtly, still avoiding his gaze as she stubbornly maintained her brooding posture.
