Vince Russell carried her past him and set Ruby down on the sofa.
"Vince, I'm a little bit thirsty," she said.
As he turned to leave, Ruby grabbed the hem of his shirt with her tiny hand. Her sweet, soft voice carried a hint of embarrassment, and her small face flushed slightly at the thought of being a bother.
Victor Sheldon snapped out of his daze and slammed his coffee down. "What do you want? Juice, milk, or soda?"
He was incredibly eager.
Vince looked at her.
Ruby replied in a tiny, gentle voice, "Juice is fine. Thank you, Victor."
Victor instantly felt like he was floating on clouds. How could her milky little voice be so sweet? That polite "Victor" had completely melted his heart!
"No need to thank me! Not at all!"
Vince went back to his own business, but Ruby did not want to just sit there doing nothing. Then she remembered that she hadn't brought anything with her. The little girl's face scrunched up in a conflicted grimace.
"What's wrong?"
