Noah gently brushed away a tear forming in Gloria's eye. His voice was a soothing whisper against the evening breeze.
“You don't need to explain to her. I hope she will understand it one day.” His fingers traced comforting patterns on her shoulder. He was trying to calm her when he realized Gloria was about to cry. She seemed emotionally strong but when it came to her family and friends, she turned into the weakest person.
"Yeah.." She nodded. A small, grateful smile began playing on her lips. She held a nachos between her fingers and dipped it in chipotle sauce. The crunch of it breaks the silence of the midnight. This is what she had in her room for midnight craving, even though it was little to sham her hunger.
"What if Sylvia turned out to be the one who wanted to kill you?" Noah
