“I was just going to ask when you wanted to have dessert because Noah was wanting to go on a walk with me,” Peyton explained, her voice becoming quieter with every word.
“Oh, honey, that’s fine! When you guys come back, we can have dessert. No worries. I’d like to talk to Gloria and Chris anyway.” She rubbed Peyton’s arm and smiled, “Go for it.”
“Thanks, Mom. Good luck, you two,” Peyton implied to the love birds.
“Thanks a lot, Sis,” Chris called.
“Anytime, bro.” She walked back out to Noah, who was sitting at the table like a male model. “She said it's all good. Let me grab my shoes and a sweatshirt.”
“Great,” he stood up from the table to put his own shoes on and get his jacket.
Peyton rushed upstairs to her room and found her Converse to wear and her old sweatshirt she had gotten
