"Sir?"
Anthony looked at Faith's terrified expression and suppressed his laughter. Guess she didn't anticipate him saying yes to her spontaneous invitation.
"Again, stop calling me Sir. I said I would love to come over and taste your pumpkin pie. Unless you are withdrawing your invitation?" he raised his eyebrows.
"No, no, I am not. It's just that I haven't had a visitor in a while, and my house isn't in good shape," Faith said quietly.
"Then, good thing I'm not interested in your house. I am interested in your dessert," he smirked.
"Oh, okay," she murmured.
"What are you afraid of? Are you not good at making a pie?" Anthony looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
"No...I'm pretty good at it," she said quietly.
"Okay, then. Well? Aren't you going to give me your address?" Anthony lean
