"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,...