98. Secret Talent

Valerie couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “I came to get my sketchbook, but I think I just discovered your little secret hobby,” she teased, walking closer to him. Antonio cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not what it looks like…” Valerie raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Really? Because it looks like you’re knitting a scarf.” Her eyes suddenly turned wide. “Hold on…does this mean what I think it means?” she gasped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bella,” he said. “All those times you gave me stuff as presents. Sweater for me, socks for Landon. Did you knit them yourself? You told me Nona made those!” she asked, laughing again. Antonio sighed, clearly caught but smiling sheepishly. “Alright, you got me,” he admitted, his voice warm with affection. “Yes, I knitted them. Nona did teach me when I was younger, but I didn’t think you’d find out this way.” Valerie shook her head, her laughter subsiding, but the amusement still shining in her