Alison found herself back on the couch in Noah’s living room, staring absentmindedly out the window as the rain continued to pour down in heavy sheets. She let out a small sigh, her fingers fiddling with the corner of a cushion as the steady patter of the rain drummed against the glass. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable—Noah had done his best to make her feel at ease—but the silence between them was awkward. They were just sitting there, not talking, just staring at random objects in the room, both seemingly lost in thought.
Noah shifted beside her, his foot tapping lightly on the floor, a clear sign of his own restless energy. She could tell he was thinking of something, but he hadn’t spoken for a while, and the tension of the unspoken words seemed to grow with each passing minute. Al
