The firecrackers celebrating the opening of the shop had yet to be swept away from the storefront, and the sign read "Chapman's Noodle Restaurant" in four large characters.
Hannah was momentarily at a loss for words, fiddling with her school uniform pocket, "Is it not okay for me to change my mind?"
Arnold Simmons straightened up, smiling, "Sure, whatever you want."
He walked ahead again, with two backpacks hanging on his shoulders, pressing down the faint indifference between his brows.
Hannah, very happy, followed him, walking by his side, "Arnold, how about I treat you this time?"
Arnold looked ahead at the road, mindful of the traffic lights, and reached out to pull Hannah along, "Why, you think I can't afford to treat you?"
He looked at the young girl next to him with a half-smile.
Hannah touched her nose, "I just... last time I said I'd treat you, but in the end, you paid, so I figured this time it's my turn."
