“So, Eli and you are okay?” Noah asks, taking a seat beside me in the studio pushing a carton of flavoured milk my way. Chocolate, my favourite and of course, Noah would know that. The carton already has the straw poked through it so without wasting another minute, I take a large sip. Shrugging, I get to focus on the piece in front of me. It’s another week, another assignment.
“It’s Eli and I. We are always okay!” I inform my best friend before asking him to grab the fan brush from the stand for me to use. Handing it over to me, he nods.
“I know. But, have you spoken about it?” Noah’s interest in my relationship is kind of mind-boggling because he is, one, not the type to involve himself like that ever. But again, this is me and my business, inevitably becomes his business.
