“Hmm…is that so?” Anthony replied while sounding extremely unconvinced.
I wished that I could come right out and tell him honestly that I wanted to see him in action but because I couldn’t quite tell him that, I decided to ask him something instead to change the direction of my conversation.
“How did you find me?” I asked curiously.
“I asked around for you and someone told me that you’d gone into the back garden…” he replied before grinning at me.
I could tell that he had also learnt from that moment on why I had gone to the back garden, and I couldn’t blame him for not being impressed.
“Does it happen very often?” he asked, and I knew that he was referring to those confessions.
“Yeah…too often…” I replied honestly before pressing my lips into a regrettable thin line.
“Diana…” Anthony said after a moment of pause.