F*ck.
I didn’t know how many times I cursed using that word inside my head. That was the only word I could think of the moment I joined Noah and Zero.
I was sitting beside Noah while Zero was right in front of us. It was a very awkward and uncomfortable position to be in, I must say. The fingers on my lap couldn’t stay still. I couldn’t bring my eyes up to look at him. I pretended to keep admiring the roses Noah gave me.
There was a simple note written on the card.
Congratulations, babe!
I’m always proud of you.
Love, Noah
I licked my lower lips. I had no idea how to react. But since Zero was watching me, I let out a forced smile.
I didn’t want him to think that I was bothered by his presence in any way. I can’t recall how many times I counted the number of roses while touching eac
