Daisy’s POV
I think Noah knows that something is bothering me, as we head out of the alleyway toward his truck I can feel his attention returning to me over and over again. I contemplate telling him about the Cafe, the fall in revenue, but honestly, this is my problem not his, and as I'm going to turn it around anyway, there is no reason to get him involved. After all, there is nothing he can do to help, he can't fore people to come in and eat, no, I need to sort this out on my own.
As we step out into the dark street, we hear the creak of a door just before Felix exits his own shop, his shoulders hunched as he turns around and locks up behind him.
‘Felix?’ I call out in surprise, releasing Noah's hand as I head toward the older gentleman, who turns toward us at the sound of his name. ‘
