Katrina shakily hands him the other uneaten ice cream. “How about Beta's?”
Aaron's eyebrows raise and his face darkens, “Are you giving me Beta's ice cream?”
Is he in a lower position than Beta?
Katrina doesn't mean it like that, but somehow it doesn't sound right from Aaron's words. Although she wants to cry in frustration, she sheds no tears. It's difficult to explain what she meant.
“How about... You eat mine and I eat Beta's?”
Beta is still staring at Katrina's ice cream. Hearing this, he barks at her unhappily. The ice cream that was bought for him now belongs to someone else.
Caught between Aaron and this dog, Katrina is going crazy. Aaron is insufferably overbearing, while his dog is insufferably intelligent. Now, she doesn't know how to distribute the two ice creams.
Katrina
