“Morning,” Noah yawned, taking a seat across the table from Naima.
Without any word in response, Naima picked at her yogurt while Noah loaded up a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. It wasn’t until he was half-finished with his meal when he realized how quiet she was.
“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, looking up at her.
She gave him an incredulous look, as if he were an i***t for even asking that question.
“What’s wrong?” he asked again.
“What’s wrong?” Naima repeated. “Are you serious right now?”
“Er –”
“You left the ball with Mina and never came back!” she exclaimed; her voice was raised enough to attract a few nearby glances from the other students. “Do you know how embarrassing that was?”
“I’m sorry, I thought we were going as friends?” Noah said quietly, trying to avoid
