It was break time, and as always, Noah was waiting for you. He leaned casually against the wall in the hallway, his arms folded, the kind of posture that made everyone glance his way. When his eyes found you, a smirk tugged at his lips.

You quickened your steps toward him, feeling the curious stares of classmates who were still surprised the school’s most popular boy was dating you.

“Sorry for making you wait,”

you said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“No worries.”

His smirk deepened, and he tilted his head slightly.

“The cafeteria made french fries today. Do you like french fries?”

You smiled at the simple question.

“Yes, I do. What about you?”

Instead of answering right away, Noah leaned forward, lowering his voice so only you could hear. He was tall enough to tower over you, his shadow falling across your face. His tongue darted out to trace the corner of his upper lip before he murmured with that same teasing smirk.

“I like french kisses.”