The bag of dog food

Suddenly, someone snatched the bag from my hand. I looked up and saw Hughie standing next to me. He looked at me and smiled. I was simply gazing at him. Meanwhile, Robert's voice rang in my ears. I looked to my right. Robert was staring at us. Robert then walked towards us. I rose to my feet while picking up the water utensil.

“What are you still doing here?” Robert asked Hughie with a straight face. Hughie rubbed his forehead with his right hand. He lowered his gaze and started speaking. “I have come here to ask you if you need any help cleaning this place.” Hughie said while hanging the bag to his left shoulder.

“No, I am good. Also, my son is here to help me,” Robert said while walking away from us. Hughie nodded his head. “Fine, then I am going home,” Hughie said while walking out of the barn. I felt his behavior odd because when Hughie was talking to Robert, He did not make eye contact with Robert. Hughie did not tell Robert that he had come here to grab his bag.