(Noah’s POV)
The shop owner responded positively to his answer, and even offered us three free stacks of lunchboxes to our own choosing, in additional of two bottled jasmine tea.
“Here you go! You gotta eat well to love healthily!” He roared and smacked me—who was frozen stiff—hard on the shoulders. Lucas thanked the shop owner and accepted the plastic packaging, before pulling my hand to leave the shop. Despite him forcefully dragging me without me realizing, his grip wasn’t that strong, and I’m more focused by the word lovers that he just uttered.
After walking quietly for quite some time—Lucas walking slightly ahead of me as if he didn’t want to show his face to me—we finally reached the park, at the exact same place where we’ve ate before.
“Lucas...” I called, stead
