"Babe!" He whined and followed her "Don’t be mad, I thought you’d had a cookie and Charlie asked so I let her have the last one… I can make more."
"No, I’ll just bake for myself." She entered the kitchen and prepared the recipes to bake the cookies.
"Right of course. What am I cooking for you, Bentley?"
"Who the hell said that you’ll cook? You’re taking me out to dinner, sister-friend.”
"I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to."
Bentley pouted, crossing her arms across her chest as she walked past him without even looking at him.
"Sorry I guess?"
"You better be! now if you want me to forgive you then you should treat me to dinner later."