“Carrot cake?” Anna asked, nose crinkling. “I think I’m the only black person in the world that doesn’t eat that.”
Michael chuckled, a deep and rich sound, making the butterflies in her stomach flap a little harder. “That makes two of us, actually. Though I’ll gladly down a tub of cream cheese frosting if it came down to it.”
“Carrot cake?” Anna asked, nose crinkling. “I think I’m the only black person in the world that doesn’t eat that.”
Michael chuckled, a deep and rich sound, making the butterflies in her stomach flap a little harder. “That makes two of us, actually. Though I’ll gladly down a tub of cream cheese frosting if it came down to it.”
Anna giggled. “Yeah, me too.”