"Oh, Tiffany." I sighed, scooping her into my arms and lifting her up off the ground. Tiffany sniffled, pouting as small drops of tears ran down her face.
"Um... y-you don't have to cry. I won't be gone for long. You won't even know I left." Sebastian stuttered, startled by her sudden outburst but trying his best to calm her down.
"B-but I don't want you to go. Is it be... because I l-laughed at your pancakes? I-I'm sorry. I won’t do it again." She sobbed, stretching her arms to him.
I wasn't even surprised that she was able to draw such a wild conclusion. And I couldn't judge her, or wouldn't that be hypocritical?
In just the few days of meeting Sebastian, we've had up to three misunderstandings because I thought he meant something that he didn't.
It was almost like she was copy
