My Little Wingman (II)

Chase POV:

I had a plan. Winning over Ash was just as important as winning over Leila, and the little guy was already on my side. It didn't take long for me to realize my little wingman had his eye on every single flavor of ice cream in the shop. I couldn't help but smile as I watched Ash's eyes light up when he ordered chocolate ice cream but kept glancing at all the other flavors with barely disguised longing. The kid had dreams bigger than his appetite, and I wasn't about to let him walk away unsatisfied—not on his birthday.

I couldn't help myself. "Tell you what," I said, crouching slightly to meet his excited gaze. "How about we get a scoop of each flavor you're curious about?"

Ash's face lit up like a supernova, but before he could jump for joy, Leila stepped in.

"Absolutely not," she said, crossing her arms with an expression that could freeze lava. "He doesn't need that much ice cream, Chase."