'Fine, fine. There's some jam in the fridge so I'll just make jam sandwiches and I'll be back soon.' He kissed my forehead and walked to the door.
'Any specific amount?' He asked.
'Three is fine. I could take some orange juice with it.' I responded.
'Sure, three jam sandwiches and one tall glass of orange juice coming up.' He walked out and closed the door.
Before long, Anthony was back with the sandwiches. He had made them just like I loved them. He cut out the bread crusts and cut the bread into small boxes making them look like mini sandwiches.
He even went through the trouble of serving it with melted marshmallows incase I wanted to dip them in and make them extra sweet.
'I'm sorry I removed the crust. I can't stand those and I don't see why anyone should. But I know I should have asked you first.' He said.
'It's fine. I like my sandwiches this way.' I smiled at him.
