"Mom!"
Not far away, George Stephens's clear voice rang out.
He was holding two ice cream cones, and the staff member opposite him was holding another one; he obviously couldn't carry them all.
Charlotte Smith snapped back to reality, hurriedly withdrawing her gaze from the man's face, and turned around to walk toward Robert Stephens.
Behind her, the man slowly lifted his head, his calm, dark eyes settled on the mother and son.
...
Charlotte paid and asked the staff to take back the remaining ice cream. George pouted slightly and complained in a low voice, "That was for the teacher!"
Charlotte gently replied, "He can't have ice cream."
Even though he seemed in good spirits today, he still couldn't have it.
George pouted his little mouth, took his ice cream, and went to offer it to Robert Stephens.
The man hesitated for a moment; Charlotte walked over, pulled George aside, and scolded him lightly, "George, be good!"
