William reached out and touched her hair, "Isabella, didn't you ask me to come and eat here? Why won't you let me in?"
Isabella actually liked William, in a way that she couldn't express, but --
She pouted her small mouth and said in a childish voice, "Sir, please go eat somewhere else. I lied to you. My Mommy's spaghetti is actually not tasty at all."
William said, "No, that's the best spaghetti I've ever had."
If he could eat it for a lifetime, he would be willing to exchange it with the most precious thing in the world, just to see her smile at him, even if only for a moment.
"Anyway, I can't let you in. That's what my Mommy told me to do, and I have to do it well," said Isabella, opening her small arms and becoming more determined to stop him from entering the restaurant.
William's eyes flickered for a moment and he whispered, "Can I see your Mommy?"
"Well --" Isabella hesitated and said.