Chapter 49 - 49: Breakfast At The Canteen I (1/2)

(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.

Anthony pulled the chair in front of him then sat down only after I did. Hallelujah, amen, he's the most gentlemanly guy I have ever had the chance of encountering.

I chanced to glance at him when I felt like the warmth on my cheeks have receded.

(Third POV)

Anthony looked at the number of bento filled with food laid on the table. Briefly he wondered how he could finish them all. He did not want to make Michelle's mom feel bad as he knew that she was just being polite. His mother was like this too. He would ask him to give his friends some snacks or something when they were younger.

He looked at Michelle wondering if she could help him. He saw that she was blushing again. He has to admit, she was very pleasing to the eyes. Andy sure has taste. The only problem was that she was just so shy. How would she ever survive the paparazzi following her around when she becomes Andy's girl? Oh well. He prays her good luck.

Anyhow, he could totally relate with her being all embarrassed now. He himself would be mortified if his mom were to ask him to do something like this now. They were already in college, not in elementary.

He waited awhile for her embarrassment to subside. When she finally looked at him, he smiled at her.

”Have you had your breakfast already?” he asked.

Michelle turned red in the ears again. Was he really asking her that? Was he showing some initiative?

”Ah… no, not yet. My mother wanted the food to be warm…” Whatever excuse she can come up with.

Anthony's eyes turned into crescents. ”Then, please, join me.” he invited. Then, he looked at the boxes. Confused, he asked, ”uh, which one is mine?”

Michelle felt like this was the best day of her life ever. ”Ah… sorry, let me…” she said. Not knowing how to explain, she just proceeded with her actions.