"Slow down, no one's going to steal your food," Hank Clegg lightly tapped Victoria's nose.
Victoria gave him a glare: "I'm happy eating fast. I won't let you smear cake on your face so you can get a kiss."
Well, Miss Victoria has been eavesdropping on their conversation from the doorway all this time.
Upon hearing her talk like this, Hank Clegg picked up the remaining cake. "You're reminding me," he said. His expression was icy; no one could predict what he'd do next.
But his next move clearly expressed his intentions to Victoria.
"We should make the best use of this cake," he said, poking a small lump of tiramisu with his finger and dabbing it on his lips, staring expressionlessly at Victoria. "Well, Miss Victoria, if you want to eat the remaining tiramisu, you'd better fend for yourself."
"You're too mean!" Victoria tugged at her hair. "You have really been spoiled by Toto and Michael!"
