Once settled back in the coffee shop, she explained everything in more detail.
"I'm fine, I really am, but I'm . . . I'm scared." She let out a small, forced laugh. "Fuck, who am I kidding, I'm terrified."
He was silent, he didn't know how to respond. He wanted to . . . Help her.
No. He sighed, I want to protect her.
Fuck. Me.
"I'm scared to be alone in that place now, Noah. I have nowhere to go."
"Can you stay with a friend?"
She laughed, sincerely this time. "I don't have any friends, Noah. I moved here four weeks ago."
He stared at her, unblinking. "And you didn't mention this?" He exclaimed.
"I guess not." She thought for a moment. "I thought I had."
He shook his head with a smile of disbelief. He realized, "There is a lot I don't know about you, huh?"
She laughed, tipping her head back gently, and asked, "What would you like to know?"
"Last name?"
"Summers."
"Where are you from?"
"Massachusetts."
"Ew."
"Fuck off." She said humorously, and he leaned in closer.
"First kiss."
"Fifth grade, Aaron something rather."
"Worst fear."
"Falling."
He lifted an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Falling?"
She smiled, a mischievous glint to her eyes. He was about to press further, when she spoke. "Next question."
"Birthday."
"July sixteenth."
"Favorite coffee."
"Mocha." She paused, then smiled again. "With marshmellows."
"Your biggest secret."
"Is one I can't tell."
"Why not?"
"It has to do with falling."
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
