"I will go and get it for you, don't worry," Raymond offered to help out. He stood up and moved to the counter.
Joanna wasn't sure whether Anthony's intervention was deliberate or unintentional but still, she was happy he came to her rescue.
"Are you tired?" He asked in a meek tone. He shifted his hands from the table to her thigh where she placed her left hand.
"If you are exhausted I can ask Mrs Parker to come up with an excuse for you to come home with us...,"
"I am not tired," She beamed at him. "Even though I was tired, from the moment I set my eyes on these two lovely faces...," She trailed as she raised her hand and took turns touching their faces.
"My worries have been watched away," She concluded, still maintaining her smile.
"Really?" Anthony beats Amos to speak first.
"Yes, really," She replied. "That's how magical your faces are to me so don't worry about me. I am fine," She assured them with a broad smile.
