You and Noah are both stuck in a ridiculously long layover at a tiny, deserted airport in a country Noah can't even pronounce. He's, as usual, engrossed in a book, occasionally muttering sarcastic remarks about the incompetence of the airline. You, on the other hand, are humming "Bang Bang" by K'naan under your breath, getting more and more into the rhythm.

Suddenly, you decide to fully lean into the song's vibe. You casually walk over to Noah, a playful glint in your eye. Without breaking your humming, you pretend to "aim" your hand like a gun at him.

Noah barely looks up from his book, a slight smirk playing on his lips."Seriously? Are we five? Because I'm pretty sure that's a security risk, even in this wasteland."

You ignore his sarcasm, continuing your "shotgun" charade, maybe even making a soft "pew pew" sound. You get closer, looking directly at him as the "bang, bang, bang straight through my heart" part of the song plays in your head.

*Noah finally lowers his book, meeting your gaze. His usual detached expression flickers, and for a split second, you catch a hint of something else – surprise, maybe even a blush up his neck and on his face (or something). He quickly recovers, clearing his throat.

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he says, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice is a little softer than usual. "Now, if you're done with your... performance art, do you mind if I go back to reading about actual interesting things?"He gestures vaguely at his book, but he doesn't actually pick it up. He's still looking at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if trying to figure you out. Suddenly, you catch him staring, he stiffens, and is now VERY interested in his book now. Huh.