Olive stopped speaking and smiled as she took the vanilla flavoured ice cream. "I like to eat anything in the original flavour. Thank you."
"You're welcome but I don't like the original flavor, I like chocolate. Then I'll give this green box to Uncle Avery. I only bought it because they said it was nice!" Sheryl passed the matcha-flavored ice cream to Avery.
Avery took the ice cream and let Sheryl take a seat. "You two can sit together."
"Alright."
Sheryl sat down beside Olive and began to tell her some interesting stories about ice cream.
Olive listened but her mind was wandering off. She suddenly realised a problem. She couldn't refuse Sheryl's kindness not because she was Ms. Emerson's daughter, but because she was Sheryl's. She was considerate and she treated Olive as a friend.
Even a child from an ordinary family couldn't refuse Sheryl, let alone herself.