~Maeve~
“Maeve,” whisper-yells Freya. “Noah and you are still not talking?” She says this as Noah walks past the two of us, his eyes focussed on his camera screen, a small scowl on his face. I don’t know if he purposefully ignored me and by default Freya or if he really is unaware of our presence in the university student square. He did say that he is having a hard time, but how hard?
I shake my head in negative. It has been a week since Noah and I had our little talk and honestly, I hadn’t thought that Noah will take so much time. To talk. To fix things between us.
“You- you’re really waiting for him to speak up, first?” she quizzes in a bewildered tone. “You know how Noah can get.”
I plop down on the grass, Indian style, before grabbing my sketchbook that I cannot seem
