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Authors: L.B. Simmons
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the rush of wind fills the Jeep. I brave a look at Noah who returns the favor. He obviously feels the same as I do as the awkward silence takes over, because after a few seconds he gestures toward the radio. “You can turn on some music if you want to.”
Surprised by the tenderness of his normally harsh tone, I lean forward and push the power button. Florence and the Machine fill my ears and I can’t help but laugh. I look back at him, still wearing my grin. “You know this is girl music, right?”
He stares at me for a couple of seconds before shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, I can’t control what’s on the radio.” A barely noticeable smile appears as his lips twitch, his head turning away from me to pay attention to the road once again.
I lean back into my seat and sing along until the song ends. When another Florence song begins, my smile widens along with my eyes and I give him a very suspicious sideways glance. I watch from the side as his subtle smile turns into a full on beaming grin. He’s so busted and he knows it.
“Oh my God! This is so not the radio,” I say through my laughter. “This is a CD! You’re a Florence lover!”
He belts out a melodic laugh, the sound so foreign and beautiful from his mouth, that I stop my own giggling just so I can hear it in its entirety. After watching him for a while, still in shock at all the different sides of Noah I’ve seen today, I catch my own reflection in his sunglasses as he meets my stare.
Grin still present on his face, he offers up his defense. “Hey, she writes mad lyrics. Mad of course meaning both amazing and well…angry. The way she evokes so much emotion with her words,” he gives me a sheepish shrug, “it’s just very admirable.”
I couldn’t agree more. I don’t tell him that though.
Giving him a slight chuckle before turning away to gaze out the window, I nervously bite my thumbnail and watch the trees pass for some time before we start to slow and turn into a parking lot. Once we’ve come to a complete stop, I take one look and raise my eyebrows in surprise. I guess the dilapidated shack in front of me is where we’ll be dining for lunch. I make a personal note to Google this place for any recent health code violations.
Noah, obviously catching onto my suspicion of his choice of eatery, laughs as I open my door and step out of the Jeep. I can tell he’s disappointed he didn’t get to it first. Creature of habit, I guess.
Once he climbs out, we meet up in front and turn towards the rundown building. His eyes fall to the ground before he speaks. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but they have the best burgers in town. Trust me,” he says as we walk together towards the entrance.
I glance over at him, and the embarrassed expression on his face makes my heart stop as well as my feet. “It’s okay, Noah. I trust you,” my voice timid with the admission. His steps cease, and he turns back in my direction, his face marked with that of trying to decipher any underlying meaning in my statement. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence as we stare at each other, I look back at the diner. “But seriously, are you sure?”
Another dimple presents itself just before Noah pivots around, heading again towards the entrance. I follow, surprised when he opens the door and grandly gestures for me to enter ahead of him. After offering him another sheepish smile, I say my thanks and pass by him. Maintaining my grin as he steps behind me, I lead us to the nearest table and start to pull out the chair, but before I reach it, his hand deliberately skims the top of mine before he tugs it out from underneath the table and motions for me to take a seat. Blood rushes to my cheeks, and when I glance up at him to apologize, I’m met with a sexy half-smile.
A nervous flutter begins in my stomach. I’m not really sure why — maybe it’s because of this completely different side of Noah that I’ve never seen, or maybe the fact that this
Surprised by the tenderness of his normally harsh tone, I lean forward and push the power button. Florence and the Machine fill my ears and I can’t help but laugh. I look back at him, still wearing my grin. “You know this is girl music, right?”
He stares at me for a couple of seconds before shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, I can’t control what’s on the radio.” A barely noticeable smile appears as his lips twitch, his head turning away from me to pay attention to the road once again.
I lean back into my seat and sing along until the song ends. When another Florence song begins, my smile widens along with my eyes and I give him a very suspicious sideways glance. I watch from the side as his subtle smile turns into a full on beaming grin. He’s so busted and he knows it.
“Oh my God! This is so not the radio,” I say through my laughter. “This is a CD! You’re a Florence lover!”
He belts out a melodic laugh, the sound so foreign and beautiful from his mouth, that I stop my own giggling just so I can hear it in its entirety. After watching him for a while, still in shock at all the different sides of Noah I’ve seen today, I catch my own reflection in his sunglasses as he meets my stare.
Grin still present on his face, he offers up his defense. “Hey, she writes mad lyrics. Mad of course meaning both amazing and well…angry. The way she evokes so much emotion with her words,” he gives me a sheepish shrug, “it’s just very admirable.”
I couldn’t agree more. I don’t tell him that though.
Giving him a slight chuckle before turning away to gaze out the window, I nervously bite my thumbnail and watch the trees pass for some time before we start to slow and turn into a parking lot. Once we’ve come to a complete stop, I take one look and raise my eyebrows in surprise. I guess the dilapidated shack in front of me is where we’ll be dining for lunch. I make a personal note to Google this place for any recent health code violations.
Noah, obviously catching onto my suspicion of his choice of eatery, laughs as I open my door and step out of the Jeep. I can tell he’s disappointed he didn’t get to it first. Creature of habit, I guess.
Once he climbs out, we meet up in front and turn towards the rundown building. His eyes fall to the ground before he speaks. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but they have the best burgers in town. Trust me,” he says as we walk together towards the entrance.
I glance over at him, and the embarrassed expression on his face makes my heart stop as well as my feet. “It’s okay, Noah. I trust you,” my voice timid with the admission. His steps cease, and he turns back in my direction, his face marked with that of trying to decipher any underlying meaning in my statement. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence as we stare at each other, I look back at the diner. “But seriously, are you sure?”
Another dimple presents itself just before Noah pivots around, heading again towards the entrance. I follow, surprised when he opens the door and grandly gestures for me to enter ahead of him. After offering him another sheepish smile, I say my thanks and pass by him. Maintaining my grin as he steps behind me, I lead us to the nearest table and start to pull out the chair, but before I reach it, his hand deliberately skims the top of mine before he tugs it out from underneath the table and motions for me to take a seat. Blood rushes to my cheeks, and when I glance up at him to apologize, I’m met with a sexy half-smile.
A nervous flutter begins in my stomach. I’m not really sure why — maybe it’s because of this completely different side of Noah that I’ve never seen, or maybe the fact that this
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