After shutting the door, Celeste let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Thanks," she said casually.
"For what?" Ethan asked.
"For backing me up just now," she replied, locking the door before walking past him and crouching in front of the bookshelf to rummage for something. "Otherwise, I'd be getting an earful again."
"You sure don't look too worried about getting scolded," Ethan quipped, rolling his wheelchair a bit closer.
Celeste grinned.
"Well, I've gotten yelled at so many times I've grown thick-skinned."
As she spoke, she pulled out two cups of instant noodles like a magician and turned to ask, "Want one?"
Ethan looked a bit surprised.
"You're really gonna eat that?"
"Why not?" Celeste rubbed her stomach.
"I haven't had a bite today-I came straight upstai
