"I’m really sorry for this,"
Noah's kitchen was quite spacious, featuring black tiled floors that harmonized with the counter tops, and gleaming stainless steel appliances. A large island dominated the center, the overhead hooks holding various pots and pans.
"It’s fine," He replied.
"No, it’s not," I retorted while he filled a jug with water. "It’s bad enough that I ruined last night for you, and now I’m doing it again."
"Don’t worry about it," Noah smiled as he retrieved two large mugs from a cupboard above the kettle. "Besides, spending the night with you instead of Dad isn’t my idea of a ruined evening."
"I’m surprised you’re home on a Saturday night," I observed as i settled on a bar stool. "I thought you’d be out on a date or something."
Noah chuckled while pouring hot chocolat
