Watching Vincent hold back from gagging was satisfying in a way. He had a sensitive sense of smell, and that wasn't a lie. But she didn't have any reason to spoil him anymore. He survived, anyway. He only had a sensitive nose, but that wouldn't kill him.
"Tsk." Vincent clicked his tongue, brushing his sleeve with the back of his hand as if that would get rid of the scent. "Fil, don't you always keep an air freshener spray in here? The entire house smells like fish."
Fil smacked her lips as she sat down on the chair across from him in the dining room. "I forgot to buy."
"What?"
"I'm used to this smell, so I'm not bothered," she explained while opening the lid of the ice cream. "Also, you rarely visit my place. Even if you do, you stay in the parking space or simply pick me up. So I don't need to have it."
Vincent scrunched up his nose but couldn't argue. What she said was entirely true.
"Ice cream?" she offered, smiling like an angel.
