Daisy’s POV
Noah and I are once again cooped up in my house; he has been a little off since yesterday afternoon with Felix and Juniper, but when I asked him about it, he just grinned and said he was fine, so I let it go.
Tonight, there is no sign of stress, the ex handyman is relaxed as we sit across from each other at the dinner table, eating Chinese that he ordered and insisted on paying for.
Neither of us is saying anything as we eat, and I’m feeling like the atmosphere is too heavy around me, whereas which is at complete odds to Noah, who looks completely at ease. In fact, the ex handyman seems oblivious to our constant close proximity and the effect it’s having on me, which somehow makes me even more on edge.
I poke around in my container with the chopsticks in my hand, but don’t
