“You should help Vince with the cake.”
Anthony blushed and shook his head. “Oh, no. It’s fine. I’m glad to know Vince is enjoying the cake. Besides, there’s only one fork on Vince’s plate.”
Vincent grinned at Anthony. “You can grab another fork from the kitchen or something. This is a huge cake. I can’t finish—ow! Dave, what the fuck? You’ve kicked me in the same spot three times now!”
David gritted his teeth before beaming at Anthony. “You can share the same fork as Vince. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Dave!”
“No!”
Vincent yelled at David at the same time as Anthony responding to his best friend’s question. He was definitely astounded to hear Anthony’s reply to the question, and he raised his left eyebrow at the bakery owner.
“You don’t?”
Anthony shrugged. “If…if you don’t mind. I’m healthy. No diseases here. I swear.”
“I’m sure Vince is more than excited to swap spit with you,” David muttered softly, but Vincent could hear it clearly.