Natalie and Noah set out to get drinks for Lucy. After walking for two blocks, Natalie glanced back at Noah. He followed silently, holding the bags filled with things Lucy and Isabelle had ordered, showing no signs of exhaustion.
Natalie felt a pang of guilt; it seemed she had dragged someone else into her problems again.
“You can wait here. Lucy won’t care who buys the drinks,” Natalie said.
Noah showed no intention of stopping.
“I’m not going to run away,” Natalie added. “You can trust me.”
He remained silent, stubbornly following behind her.
Natalie let out a wry smile. “Fine, I know I don’t have much credibility…”
“It’s not that, Mrs. Roberts,” Noah blurted out, his tone a bit flustered. He paused, unsure of what to say next. After a moment of studying her face, he looked
