*Jane*
I'm so used to heading over to Noah's that I immediately recognize the route to his apartment. He doesn't say anything on the way there. He looks pensive, so wrapped up in his own thoughts that I begin to worry about what this big talk is really about.
But upon closer inspection, he doesn't look exactly worried. There's a slight hint of nervousness maybe, but he has this tiny smile nestled in the corner of his mouth, as though he's picturing something that's making him happy.
It's so entrancing that I don't realize I'm staring at him, like an i***t.
I only figure this out when he turns to look at me, and that serene expression morphs into a cocky smirk, prompting me to snap my head back to stare out onto the road ahead.
“Something on your mind?" he asks, finally breaking th
