(Michelle POV)
Anthony nodded his head and then looked at the table. He furrowed his brows a little, and I wondered what was running in his head. Oh god, did he understand what I'm doing? Will he be rejecting my advances? No! No way!
"Uh… I'm sorry… I know this is a bit… I hope it's ah… please, sit down…." I said trying to explain. Gods. I wanted to bang my head somewhere. Did I even make sense?
Anthony chuckled, perhaps understanding my predicament. "No, it's alright. I should be the one thanking auntie for preparing a lot. I just thought that it must have been troublesome for you to carry all these here. Let's sit?"
Please just take my soul. Holy mother, even his laughter at my expense was like the sounds of an angel to my ears. Not wanting to sound as idiotic as I did earlier, I just nodded my head and sat down.
