CIARA
Noah's attitude from last night bothered me. It made me confused. I felt like there was something on his mind, something important that made him as…aloof as he was.
But when I sensed that he wasn't really interested in talking, I chalked it up to exhaustion.
Work must have been really demanding.
I didn't think too much about it as I went to bed. But when he was still as snobbish as he was this morning, I immediately knew whatever was wrong with him had nothing to do with work.
He was silent and moody throughout our now routine morning drive to the bakery, and it bothered me. I wanted him to talk, to speak with me. I wanted to hear the sound of his voice.
But all I got was tense silence and eyes that would not look at me.
When I could not take it anymore though, I asked.
"Hey, Noah. You okay?"
"Yeah. Sure. Why?" his response was curt, lacking any form of emotion.
"Nothing. It's just…I didn't, by chance, do anything to offend you, right?" I asked.
