"The plan was simple β cozy evening, tasty sushi, and me being the queen of my tiny universe π£π
But of courseβ¦ that didnβt last long.
The moment I opened the sushi box, he appeared.
My fluffy little Japanese cuisine critic πΆβ¨
No barking. No begging. Just a silent stare. Deep. Into my soul.
As if whispering: βIβve been a good boyβ¦ will you share?β π₯Ί
And of course, I gave in.
Because how do you say no to those eyes and that dramatic little face? π©π
Moral of the story? Share the good stuff.
Especially with the ones who love you β even without soy sauce π"