Trapped with the demon.

I will go

"I'll think about it, leave," Tiffany finally said and Marlie exhaled.

"Will you give me the reply that I want?" She blinked her eyes twice.

"I don't know," Tiffany replied and moved towards the other side of the cabinet where the lady walked to.

"Do you have milkshake?" the lady asked.

"No," replied Tiffany.

"Can I have the sweetest thing here then?" she asked with a smile.

"No problem."

Marlie watched her half-sister attend to the customer and let out a sigh.

Even if her dad finally told the lady that he was her father, would she accept?

Tiffany doesn't seem like the kind of person to jump at her father the moment she heard that he is her father.

She bet the lady would prefer attending to customers to acknowledging her dad.

Ooof! Guess there's a lot of work ahead of her dad to do.

"I see you're still waiting," Tiffany groaned after she had answered the lady.

"Can I have your phone, please?"

"No, why?"

"In case you finally make up your mind to come, I want to give you the number you'