ZARA: switch it off..
We arrived at the basement, and Milo the orange cat, rushed straight toward Noah again while I instinctively hid behind him. Ugh, I hated cats.
“You’re being scared for nothing,” he said, laughing. “I’d fail as Noah if I don’t get you to like Milo.”
“I just don’t like cats,” I muttered, peeking from behind him.
“What do you like then? Me??” He placed a hand under his chin, giving me his best attempt at a cute face.
“You’re so full of yourself,” I said, rolling my eyes, trying not to smile.
“Bambi, come on, touch Milo. She’s as cute as you,” he teased.
“No, thank you. I’m fine.”
“Seriously? Give it a try.”
I let out a long, frustrated sigh and walked toward him, crouching slightly as Noah held Milo still.
“Meowwww,” she cooed softly.
“See? She likes you. You
