Anos froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "Um, that's...that's not very good, right?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You haven't even accepted my confession yet. Isn't it a little too soon to go to your house?" His face burned with uncertainty.
Sofia's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her expression a tangled mix of embarrassment and indignation. "What are you thinking!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "I want you to come to my house tonight and help me with something entirely unrelated to romance." She emphasized each word, her hands gesturing emphatically.
Anos's mind raced. "Hey, this isn't my fault," he thought. "The words you used yourself imply a meaning behind what you want." He recalled Sofia's inviting tone earlier and wondered if he had misinterpreted.
Aloud, Anos asked cautiously, "What kind of help?" His voice betrayed his curiosity and lingering doubts.
