Amelia spoke as she walked into the room.
As she moved, the plans in her mind clicked into place.
Christopher Robinson stood under the eaves with a cigarette, lightly flicking the ash: "Going out?"
"Yes," Amelia nodded.
Christopher Robinson listened to her affirmation, and without rushing to ask any questions, he looked at her quietly, as if waiting for her to continue.
Sure enough, the young girl looked up and blinked, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at him.
"Have you had dinner? I brought you some food."
Amelia spoke while looking back, "Isaac, what are you waiting for? Bring the food."
Upon hearing Amelia's call, Isaac hurriedly took the food out of the car.
Amelia took the food box from Isaac's hand and handed it to Christopher Robinson, "I specially packed it for you."
Isaac: ? ? ? ? ?
He looked at Amelia in shock, seemingly unable to believe the words that came from her mouth.
