"Miss Alice, Where's your...friend? I asked her to take care of you before I came back. Why are you..."
"I asked her to leave first."
The person Alice was waiting for had returned. She stood up and patted the hem of her skirt. Her thick eyelashes flickered as she said playfully, "Now, Dirk, come with me to taste the delicacies!"
Dirk had always seen Alice in a lifeless state. It was rare to see her so relaxed and happy. Finally, she was a little lively at her age.
Before he could be moved, he suddenly realized...
"No, wait, Miss Alice! You can't eat those things! The Doctor said that you'd better..."
"Oh, please, Dirk!"
Alice's eyes were curved, like a cute and holy angel from a mural. She put her hands together, and her skirt fluttered like petals as she walked. "I just want to taste it. It's okay."
"No, if you insist, I'll tell the Madam."
"God, Dirk, you're not lovable at all."
