Putting my wet hair up in a bun, I grab my wallet and phone and stuff them into the back pocket of my jeans. As I expected, Noah is on the landing. Compared to my simple blue shirt and jeans, he looks quite dressed up in a navy blue suit.
I look down at my clothes. “Do I need to change?”
He smiles at me, his handsome face lighting up. “You look perfect.”
His new, changed behavior makes me wonder sometimes whether the Noah I remember was just a bad dream. The person standing before me is sweet and gentle, and it’s hard to reconcile him with the cruel boy from my memories.
“So, where are we going?” I ask as I follow him out of the building.
“I wanted to check out the beach.” He glances at me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been to one. And then, I thought we could grab lunch.”
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