Heath smiled, nodded, and took it, making the girl blush a little. Heath was very good-looking, and the maturity and composure that came from having lived two lives made him look very charming.
"May I ask what your golden retriever's name is?" Heath asked the girl curiously. He would not have been so talkative if she had not been holding a golden retriever, but seeing the little golden retriever, Heath admitted he could not quite help himself.
"Her? I named her Loli! Isn't it a lovely name? After all, she's a little girl too." Looking at the handsome Heath, the girl answered with flushed cheeks.
Heath froze for a moment. Loli? This world had those terms too, and "loli" and "shota" meant the same things they had in his previous life, so plenty of people named their pets Loli and the like. Heath's gaze softened further.
"I used to have a golden retriever too. Her name was Loli as well. I had her for over ten years, but later she got sick and died." Heath could not help reaching out to stroke the head of the dog before him that shared her name, but his outstretched hand stopped in midair, then drew back.
As a chef, providing customers with clean, hygienic food was Heath's duty, as well as a moral line he had always upheld. In Heath's view, a chef who disregarded hygiene had no right to stand in a kitchen. However delicious their cooking might be, a lack of hygiene alone was enough to earn it a zero.
The girl opened her mouth. The changes in Heath's gaze just now had made her heart ache a little: the joy and disappointment of seeing a pet, finally turning into dejected sadness as he lowered his hand again.
Heath took a