Daya leaned back, sighing, lips pursed, her stance depicting, 'Say whatever the hell you want to say and get out.'
"Please let me come in? I brought you your favourite chocolate cookies? Pretty please?" The batting your eyelashes and puppy dog eyes was a trick. Arthur had pulled one too many times, and it worked. It had to work! Cuteness ran in the Saint family.
She eyed the box in my hand, those brown eyes slowing moving upwards until they landed on my face. "What do you want?"
"I want to apologise! I am very sorry and I mean it! I was a shitty friend to you, and you shouldn't even forgive me, but please let me make it up to you!" I exhaled after the long rant, and she groaned.
"Fiiiine. But you have 2 minutes to talk, and the cookies better be good, or I will kick you out." And she was serious about it. At least she let me in this time.
