Kenna
″Kenna?″ A familiar voice greets me which causes me to turn and see Noah standing near me, both of his eyes looking directly onto my face as I do the same, surprised to see him looking much more different than when we last saw each other. His hair is neat yet messy at the same time but shorter than when we were together and even he looks much more built, happier and even more sophisticated.
″Noah, it’s a surprise to see you.″ I reply as he starts to pull me in for a hug, making me hug him back for a short few seconds before we both pull away—his lips curving up into a smile, ″It’s been awhile, what are you doing here?″ I ask, eyes wandering around to see if he’s not actually alone but he is . . . standing in front of me all by himself.
He chuckles, ″You remember Matthew, don’t you
