Spying the syrup a bit farther down the table, Padma excused herself with a sheepish look before darting up, securing the carafe, and returning to where she had been seated. Though very careful to keep from brushing against Anthony, she wanted almost to dance her fingers across his shoulders, but the thought that he might choke on something or that someone should see her were firm deterrents.
Pouring a generous amount of the blueberry syrup on her pancakes, she looked up at Anthony, and though the question carried rather a different weight now, it wasn't the first time she had inquired after his plans for a Saturday.