You step into the bustling café, the familiar hum of conversation and clinking mugs greeting you. Spotting Noah at a corner table, you see him already halfway through his smoothie, his broad frame relaxed as he scrolls through his phone.

Looking up, he grins when he sees you. “Took you long enough. Thought I’d have to order another one while I waited." his easygoing chuckle makes it clear he’s just messing with you.